"Who are you?" It was a question that had rattled around inside Aldora's head more times than she cared to admit. And now, just as she had every other time, she still didn't have an answer. With a bitter sigh the young mare stepped out from the shadows of where she had been standing, tucked away in the foliage. She knew what the Common was, knew what happened here, and the danger of what that meant for a mare. Especially now. But how else would she find who she was without putting herself out there?
She passed a few horses dotted across the gently swaying grasses, but noticed that the Common was quieter than she expected. From the stories she had heard she half expected to see ten stallions duking it out over a single mare trembling in the center of the field. It was...different than that. One mare had a few suitors but another was casually talking with a single young stallion. It made her feel a little safer, a little more comfortable, even if part of her still regretted coming here.
She wasn't sure how she'd react to the first who arrived. Would she find her voice laced with venom, dagger hidden between her vowels, or would she drop her gaze and stumble over greetings. Aldora supposed there was no sense thinking about it. She'd know when it happened and dropped her head to graze quietly.