When movement caught her eye, Peyton's brown eyes locked on the approaching stallion. He held the same build as her gypsy father and although he was not black and white; he held the flashy coat accustom to those of that bloodline. Peyton did not sport any markings, her hide a simple buckskin though she made up for it with the shadow she carried of molten gold and raven black. She had not been blessed like her siblings but with a draft mother and a gypsy father she did carry the heavy feathering and luscious mane and tail. Perhaps the young mare wasn't as dull as she thought herself to be.
"H-hello" Peyton said, her tone soft like a gentle caress as it escaped her ebony lips. She even took one step back, her nervous causing her stomach to churn with anxiety. Ink trimmed ears flicked back once then held forward, steeling herself once again before her mind had a runaway with her fears and cause this trip to be pointless. "I was looking for Dogun.... but since it is obvious he is no longer here, I was wondering if you had seen a stallion by the name of Soljor?" she asked.
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