It is strange how this place – these equines – have brought out the more talkative and cheery side of Georgiana, because normally, though she is rarely ever rude or nasty, she is quite the mellow sort. After years of searching and pleading with fate she finally has found a place that, so far, has been nothing but pleasant, a sort of pleasant that she has never known before, or experienced so rapidly. It is changing her rapidly.
And it couldn't be in any better way.
The pale mare chuckles quietly and smiles mildly at her sister's enthusiasm, knowing that she, herself, feels much the same. “I see.” Though not literally, she can certainly see that news travels fast in these parts, not that it concerns her, quite the opposite, actually, because it is probably a good thing she doesn't have to explain herself, well at least to those who have heard the rumor of her arrival.
The talkativeness and friendliness of this mare is refreshing to Georgiana, just as it has been with Braylen, because she has traveled a long, hard road to finally feel this way, as cold shoulders and neglect are things she has had to deal with the most throughout her life.
As Georgiana listens to the mare she keeps her calm, almost stoic demeanor apart from her small smile and gently swishing tail, paying full attention to what she is saying. “Isobel, I can not wait to meet her.” She says with as much genuineness as before, then waiting to hear what Hickere has to say next.
“No, I haven't, I only arrived recently, Braylen happened upon me by chance” She chuckles again, “I have been very fortunate since I washed ashore.” Her words are heartfelt and for a moment she felt she may cry, but she pulls herself from this with a question, "Hickere, what about you? Have you been on the islands long?” She asks in return, with genuine interest, though slightly shaky with left over emotion.
Georgiana
Gypsy Vanner | Five | Mare | 15hh | Chestnut Tovero | Blind | Fruity |