The thrum of hoofs and the snorting breath of another horse made Twills' delicately boned head lift upwards. Her slim ears tilted forward and brown eyes full of expectancy. A bright smile flowered over her face as the boisterouse stallion approached her. He seamed every bit as full of life as Twill was, though right now she was in no state to go capering about. Still, she felt like romping... if she pushed past the tiredness and aching bones that is. Pregnancy had its ups and it's downs.

Twill shifted her slim legs, hips swaying to the side as she tilted her head up... considering him. "I don't know anyone named Pilar, but if I did I'm sure we would be friends, yes," she said with a laugh. Her dark eyes flicked over him briefly before settling on his face, an easy freindlyness in her gaze. She didn't bother turning her swollen sides away from him as another pregnant mare might have. To tell the trueth she didn't even consider the idea that he might harm her or her unborn foal. Instead she took a small step nearer him, neck extended in greeting. Trusting as ever. "My name's Twill by the way! Wha's yours?" She stood there, awaiting his reply with all her girlish trust and bright eyed curiosity. Things were so simple in the painted mares' world, it was almost enviable.