The exuberance expressed by the pretty spotted mare made Hickere’s smile climb up the corners of her mouth. Eyes sparkling with excitement, Hickere moved closer into the little clearing once it became apparent she was speaking with the mare she’d meant to find. “I’m so happy I found you!” She said, her tone just as bright and cheery as her expression was. Still, it was rather odd that Isobel hadn’t said anything by word of mouth back, but she’d shown enough happiness for Hickere to think her presence was welcomed.
“Where I come from, the herd is close. Family.” Not that it wasn’t close here at the forest. Oh no, that wasn’t it at all! But there were two herds in the forest and Hickere wanted to make sure she knew Braylen’s family just as much as she knew her own sisters. “I was hoping, maybe,” her eyes searched the mare’s face curiously, “maybe we could meet and get to know one another. We’re family now.”
Many that didn’t know Hickere might think her airheaded. She giggled often, walked with her nose in the air and sometimes her blunt honesty could be taken rudely. But Hickere wasn’t airheaded at all, and she had a heart of love to give to those that deserved it. With her eyes on Isobel she waited with bated breath for what the mare’s reaction to those words may be. “I know we’re still strangers, but I hope that can be changed in the future.” Her smile was soft with the hope she felt.
“Are you from here?” She asked, head tilting curiously, “the islands?”
((ooc: oh goodness ISOBEL IS SO CUTE))
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