His voice was deep as it rumbles out across the distance between them, to her surprise he was like her. He was heavy built, suited to a land such as this, he was feathered and colored just like her. A smile touches her lips at his words, he was a kind man. "Dita" Her native tongue rolls the formal greeting of her homeland. "I am Odessa."

Pagan greets her formally with a bow, her crystal gaze lingers on the stallion. It has been some time since she has been greeted in such a manner. "I have come to see Braylen's home." She says simply, remembering the painted stallion from the crossing. He had been polite and in no hurry to rush her home, she had appreciated that about him. "He does live here, I hope." For a brief moment she feels panic set in, unsure of the ways of this strange land.

"How long have you lived here?" She questions, even though she mentally kicks herself for not being good at small talk. Her crystal eyes linger on his face, entranced by their similarities. He was one of the few horses she has met on these islands, and it was her luck that they were of the same breed.