Twill was beyond pleased by the open, friendly reaction she got frome Boomslang. Not everyone always reciprocated her extroverted ways. Her smile broadens at his comment and she waggles her ears slightly, teasing. She has always been fond of her slender ears with there delicate curl at the tips, and she's flattered that they stand out to the grullo.

Her interest is also peaked by the mention of this other mare with similar ears. She has never met another horse, besides her dam, who shared her Marwari heritage, and so the curled ears. She tilts her head to the side, bright eyes curious. Really? I've only ever known my dam to share my curled ears... But perhaps her own dam was as fond of ear tugging as mine was," she says with a chuckle, the words bubbling cheerfully frome her throat. "Is this Pilar one of your mares then? She is curiouse to know more of the herd that lives here, of who she assumes Boomslang is the lead, and she is begging to think that perhaps this place will offer her the companionship she has been craving.

With a shuffle of feet, Twill turnes slightly and glances at her round sides. To leave now would surly put her foal in jeopardy, and as careless as she is apt to be, Twill is not totally without commonsense. And besides, she likes it here, likes this stallion. Maybe it was really to soon to tell if this was really the place for her, but Twill never did waist much time humming and hawing over her decisions. So with a bright smile she peered up at the boisterous stallion through her red forelock, a flutter of antisepation in her heart at the things to come if the Prairie and Boomslang were all she hoped they were. "It's good to meet you too! And I think... if you don't mind of corse, I will stay, for a little while at least. My foal is due any day... and you don't seam a bad sort." This last bit was said teasingly and was an understatement. He seamd to be exactly her sort, and had Twill thought of it, she would have thanked her luck fore bringing her here.