A L I K A
mare // rocky mountain horse // one // flaxen liver chestnut // fifteen.three hh [wfg] // frost

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Alika listened to him as this colt answered her in return. He spoke of his name and who the lead stallion was. Then a question was redirected at her and Alika was glad for it. Conversation would easily die between them it seemed if he hadn’t of asked of anything in return. “I’ve never been to this Island before” she answered him as she still kept the smile upon her muzzle.


Allowing her eyes to drift away from him Alika let them travel over the terrain behind Samson. It all seemed so inviting yet he was still standing between her and whatever lay beyond. Did that mean she was unwelcome? Unsure, the filly allowed her gaze to look back at Samson. “Would it be okay if you showed me around? Or am I unwelcome?” the filly asked bluntly. She hoped that he would show her around but if he said she was unwelcome then she would simply turn away and reenter the waters to allow them to take her to yet another Island in hopes of more adventure.

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