Falls

There was a clear sort of hierarchy between the two mares, or so Septimus observed in his few moments of experiencing them. It seemed that the paint held a more authoritative position, and her stance was protective. The other was not exactly timid as far as Septimus could tell, but she seemed a bit more… held back than her sister. When the ashy stallion took another unaggressive step forward, he saw why: her eyes were ghostly and unfocused. They stared right through Septimus without seeing him. The roan was blind.

So they didn’t live here. Septimus felt a tiny twinge of disappointment, but did not let it show on his face. He didn’t really know why he felt that way -- just because they didn’t live here didn’t mean they were unfamiliar with the land. He could still learn something from them. His ears perked forward with interest when the blind one -- Maziel -- mentioned their island home. “I live on an island as well,” he said. ”I don’t know if it has a name. I don’t believe anyone else lives there.” His tail swished as he looked back and forth between the sisters. ”I’m Septimus,” he said. ”I don’t know anyone else on these islands. I found myself on this one several days ago, then mistakenly hopped back into the ocean and ended up in that forest.”

OOC: blergh sorry it's so short :C