It is not the angered man that finds her.

Staring across the edge of the desert and into the depths of the overheated swells of this land, she saw the stallion approaching her from far, far away. From what she sees in the distance, he is an attractive man, with a rich color and a strong looking body. Though Sova is indifferent to the male gender and all their handsome qualities and quirks, she can actively admit that this creature is not ugly- though to say she was attracted to him is a stretch.

Watching with a blank face as he glides over the sandy form of the desert to stop in front of her, the mare looks empty and soulless- in a sense. There isn’t much to Sova aside from what was seen with the naked eye. She is thin and well built, the perfect image of her lean father and nothing of her crippled mother.

Any matter, she is staring at the fiery colored man when he greets her head on.

Strange Sova, standing there and drinking up his words as he speaks to her, looks like a shadow on the edge of the coast; just a husk that was waiting for someone to find her. “That is like saying you are second in a competition with only two competitors, Mellow.” The girl knew that she would have a sharper tongue than her mild mother and her father that stares. That had always been her problem, being bitter and rude with her words and not thinking a thing of what the consequences might be. With a little sigh, she reflects on what she has said- almost saying that the stallion was nothing, or, in a sense, worthless, but that is not at all what she meant. “My apologies… my name is Sova. I met Encantador some days ago… he was… interesting.” He was broken and sad, and some womanly part of her wanted to comfort him and hold him, to try and fix him even though he had denied her the right to be able to claim that responsibility.

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