It was as if the red mare came out of nowhere. Wisteria balked for a moment, eyes going wide before she was actually able to catch herself. Right, she could remain composure, supposedly. One ear flickered, then the other, returning the woman’s greeting with a dip of her muzzle. Did she need something? Was she lost? It seemed like she had a purpose. Honestly, Wisteria didn’t realize that she was the purpose.
The mare had her attention, drawing to a stop. Wisteria did the same, stopping outside of the comfortable distance. The distance of a stranger, still tentative. Highly tentative. The small, curious smile that flickered across her features was genuine at least. She speaks in a strange tongue at first, but it quickly fades to just an accent. Delicate ears flicker as she catches the words. Right, introductions. “Wisteria,” her voice is soft, perhaps more so than usual. It’s been a bit too long away from others, if the woman had to admit.
This Marceline, her request catches the golden mare off guard for a moment. Her ears flicker to the side, not in annoyance but confusion. “Why?” The question bubbles up before she can suppress it, though it comes with a curiosity instead of real resistance. “I mean yes, of course, but um… why would you want to?” Her gaze is curious where it falls on the red mare, the stranger that stood before her. Open, curious, and maybe a bit unsure.
15.1. sooty palomino blanket. quarter horse mix. nothing of anyone’s.
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