The draft's nerves settled at the lack of aggression from the strangers. Her ears relaxed but continued to face the others. She could feel her muscles twitching slightly from the cold, still tense and alert and ready to defend herself if necessary. Why would all three of these horses come together if not to attack?

Jasiri kept her neck arched and turned, watching and waiting. One of the mares didn't carry the same posture as her counterparts, and the silver allowed herself to spend a moment studying her stance. She was still interested, there was no doubt there, but she didn't raise her head as high. The draft was too far away to see the clouding in her eyes. She finally gave up trying to answer a question her mind had yet to form and flicked her ears in the direction of the other mare.

She listened but didn't respond, instead digesting the words, eyes shifting to glance between the trio. She didn't like how the stallion stared at her; it reminded her of Nuru. She didn't want to be studied by anyone other than that dappled boy. Her focus flitted once more as the lead mare spoke again, ears twitching at the foreign name. "I am," she confirmed. Pagan. She didn't like the sound of the name, nor the knowledge that he used to rule her land. He might come back. "I know of no Pagan," her mouth spit the name out, "and I don't wish to."

One ear flicked to the ocean as she turned her head to the other side, blinking her other eye at them. "It is good to meet you. Perhaps we will be just as close someday." Certainly not right now. She still didn't trust them and she wouldn't until they gave her reason to.

JASIRIsilver bay roan of the Inlet