A sunset tryst had led to here. Another step forth on the path laid before her feet since the day of her creation. Just another shift of her destiny as fate played its complex game. Opening more doors while slamming countless others. Bringing about another ending to the life she lived and the life she could live if she made the right choices. Nothing was ever simple only a complex weaving of truths and directions of where she could go. Options were a dime in the dozen, just waiting to be picked and steer her in another course. Oblivious to most of the consequences, Russia lived in the here and now. Allowed herself to ignore the consequences and the gains with each confirmation of every step. Today was a new day and this life a new beginning. She accepted it and that made life a whole lot easier.

Standing ankle deep in the salted waters, Russia contemplates her new life. She who had reached the age of three and left her homelands with a high crown, was now venturing forth to a new land. A new place where she could settle down and allow her roots to take. She did not know if the journey would be worth it. If the consequences of her actions would bear fruit of profit or bear fruit of tainted misery and pain. She would face hardship, suffering and loss in the years to come but possibly not to the extent of someone alone. The stallion she had met had been one that did not appear of the contaminated kind. Instead, she had thought him of someone she could put her life in their hands and not worry about it being carelessly tossed aside. A protector and someone she could feel true affection for.

Drawn from her thoughts, Lette lifted her lashes to peer into the shadows. Auds flicked as the near silent sound of auds sinking into sand could be heard. Nostrils flared, the wind bringing forth the scent of equine, mare, and foals. Lips formed a rare smile and orbs lightened with the thought of little ones. It sent a ache to her heart and a longing in her soul for her own ребенок to be brought forth. Delicate crown shifted and windows of the soul peered curiously at the approaching mare. Lette allowed her gaze to flit across the pale flesh with the darker shadings all the while taking notes of how the mare held herself. You never know who could be the enemy or who could be your friend. Thorough observation noted the aud and crown placement which brought forth the easing of aching muscles and loosening of posture. This was friend, not enemy.

"привет-" Lette called out before pausing. She did not believe the other understood her language and to speak another tongue was rude or so her mother had told her. Blinking, she spoke again but this time keeping to the language many understood "Hello." she greeted the mare who was possibly older then her youthful years. Unsure of where she stood in this world and the pecking order, Lette dared not approach. Dared not presume anything or bring about any consequences of even a simple mistake.

So focused on the other mare that Lette did not hear the arrival of the one she had been waiting for. He had been silent in his approach or so it had appeared to her focused concentration. Nostrils and auds had neither picked up his scent nor heard his daggers strike the ground. When the water splashed from his approach to the two did Lette turn her attention from the stranger to the stallion she had met not too long ago. Orbs blinked at him in a surprised manner, auds standing erect and frame tightening for a moment. When she recognized him, she allowed herself a moment to relax and a sheepish look to play upon her features. That is what she got for not paying attention. "прил, I did not hear you coming" she apologized quickly, dipping her crown slightly in greeting.

Now, normally Lette would have reacted in a possibly violent manner when another placed their flesh upon her own. It was not that Lette dislikes contact. Oh no, she adored physical contact. Craved it and wished for warm flesh to press upon her be it in a sensual manner or simply a sharing of warmth. Yet when it was a stranger and if she did not wish for it, then things got violent and quite bloody. Yet when Vercingetorix brushed his nose across her flank, her orbs closed for a moment to enjoy the contact. To enjoy this pleasure withheld from her since her brief childhood. "It is a Удовольствие to see you again" she commented to him in content tone before flicking a gaze back to the other mare.

"My прил is Russian Roulette, but everyone calls me Lette. May I ask your прил?" she questioned, a mix between accented English and fluent Russian.