Falls

The silver mare's ears flicked uncomfortably at the short mare's skittish response to her question. She didn't think her tone would stir such nervousness from the mare, and she couldn't help but feel bad. She shifted her weight awkwardly. "I see," she said, even though she had no idea where Atlantis was. It might do her good to learn some of the other island and territory names, since she would inevitably interact with them some day.

Jasiri lowered her own neck to share breathes, more in shock of the mare's introduction than any manners she possessed. She had just been to the Ridge a little while ago, but the bad luck had driven her away before she stayed too long. She jerked her head away and turned her head to stare at Macabre with one eye. Was the bad luck on this mare?

The draft shook the silly notion out of her head. She didn't have these same fears with Vodnik, and she wasn't going to let bad luck keep her away from the behemoth. She would even dare to venture into his territory, if it was the only way to get a child out of him. "I am Jasiri," she tossed her blonde locks. "How did you possibly become lead mare? You're very... small for Vodnik." She attempted to phrase the rude question as politely as possible.

Hopefully, if the shorter mare was willing to share, Jasiri could learn more about the behemoth.