Her call had reached its intended target.

Asphara watched the stallion up above her as he called back, his deep reply speaking of his gender before he turned to head her way. Now, the red mare felt nerves crawling at her skin, but she did not let that stop her from standing where she was contentedly taking in the much needed air that her run had kept from her tired lungs. With the sweat coating her body, the cool morning air seemed more refreshing than it normally would as she stood there, soon enough cocking a leg to lean on three instead of four as she looked out over the beach. The waves were calling to her faintly, but she would never make the trek through them again. If she could stay on this island till she died, the mare would be happy enough as long as Romaro did not come to track her down.

Hearing hooves on the beach and then the sound of a nicker behind her red rump, the mare turned her head and neck to see that of a large beast. The horse she had called to was far larger than herself and it made her faintly twitch scanning his light colored frame. She was not sure where all the light colored genes in these lands came from, but she could not really complain as she eyed this large draft stallion. He was steady in his ways and honestly, the red mare was thankful that he did not come to try and be rushed like with her. Asphara might be many things, but she was not about one to have a second creature rush things at her, be it their presence or wants.

At his greeting, Asphara reached out her nose faintly to take in his scent before she pulled back. Hearing his words, her chestnut ears perked forward faintly as she listened to his deep tone. “I am Asphara, Tyr. I am running from a situation that I did not wish to have myself in.” Asphara, being smart enough to run from something that made her gut churn, had not accepted any herds so far or any unwanted advances. Tyr might see her as a heavily pregnant fool (she was not sure if that is what he thought, but her mind said so), but she was anything but. The heat of her skin during the fall and the urge to create life caused this pregnancy, but it did not keep her landlocked to a place she did not wish to be. Hence why she stood here before a stallion she didn't know in a land that hopefully would keep her away from her past.

“I am looking for a herd… to raise my foal and call home without being pinned down into an odd relationship and a stallion that wants to know everything I am doing.” Asphara knew stallions kept eyes on their bands, but she did hope she would have an inkling of freedom here. SHe had been offered that before… but it had not felt right. Speaking it out herself and saying she needed it to a more level headed and older horse made herself feel as if she was doing the right thing… She might be young, but she did not wish to run once her foal hit the ground and she had more than herself to care for.

“I don’t know what your herd is like Tyr… but I will do anything to just have a home and a place to be a part of one way or another.”