Falls

Jasiri's ear flicked at the sound of a nicker. She raised her head up from her grazing, swallowing her last bite of grass and observing the shorter horse's movements. This was possibly the shortest horse she had seen since coming to the Islands. She spent a few more moments pondering whether or not she had any reasonable reason to be irritated with the stranger's approach, other than the fact she now had to interact with a short horse.

She did not.

"Habari," she greeted. She lowered her head to steal a few more bites of grass. The other mare had a mane light like her own, and Jasiri was content to let that be the reason she didn't drive the pest away. And the fact she wasn't intruding on her tundra. Or doing anything particularly annoying aside form not being a draft. Jasiri knew the stranger could not fix that even if she wanted to. She might be a rude, elitist draft, but she was not stupid nor as cold-hearted as her home.

A jarring thought stuck her, and she jerked her neck up to scan around the darkening area. But she did not see any sight of her pale not-son anywhere. She sighed and turned her attention back to the short stranger. "What do you want?" she didn't feel guilty about her harsh tone. She wanted to sedate her hunger and keep an eye out for drafts and Nuru, not make chit-chat with a short stranger. Still, her curiosity would drive her wild if the auburn mare didn't reveal her purpose.