The mare's idle audits flickered back as she picked up the sound of a high pitched whinny behind her. She casually turned her head in the direction of the noise, catching sight of a smaller copper figure striding towards her. The colt looked significantly young and she silently applauded his courage. Curiosity seemed to inhabit his mind. She was always told to never be naive, but she knew the feeling of inquisitiveness that went against that.
Gennaio watched as the figure walked up to the water, peeping a small greeting. Grai, she thought. Unique name. Then again, so was hers. She replied in a genuine tone. Hello, Grai. My name's Gennaio. She flicked her head towards the colt. Her onyx mane followed the movement of her crown, covering her face. She blew the piece of forelock out of her eyes and questioned Grai. What brings you over here?