Valerian settles comfortably into the stillness of the forest, already feeling secure in her environment, despite how unfamiliar she still was with the islands themselves. As she grazes upon the still green shoots, she ponders on what she has learned so far. Although life seemed to still be clinging desperately to the world, in her eyes, it feels more and more as if nature was falling into a sort of deep slumber. Like many plants and animals that choose to sleep through the long winter months, many of the once strong scents of equine blood seemed to have vanished, as if they answered an inaudible call that some, like herself were unable to hear. For a moment she finds herself thinking back to the story of the single unicorn that her mother had spoken of when she was still just a foal. Absently she chews the grass in her mouth as she lets the old story resurface in her mind. The poor unicorn had been lonely in her world of woodland creatures with no signs of others like herself. She had set out to find them only for her search to be in vain. She had found them, collected beneath the oceans waves and taken her place among them. At one time, Valerian imagined herself to be that single creature... as she searched and scoured the lands for a place in life... but unlike the creature, she could not see herself confined to the ocean waves... not when there was a perfectly lovely forest like the one she had claimed for herself. After all, she was okay with being alone. It wasn't the best feeling, after all, all equines had that innate instinct to want a herd, or at least be apart of one. Valerian was one of those rare creatures that would not settle with simply being apart and instead demanded the right of guardianship.

The rustle of underbrush draws her attention back to the present as tiny cupped ears swivel among the thick tangles of her dark forelock. Piercing icy blue eyes shift until sights settle upon the stranger. Instinctively she stiffens. Lean muscles tense beneath her ash and white painted hide as she stands tall, her proudly curved neck lifting her small crown higher. A single brow arches curiously as he steps into her small clearing with a somewhat shy smile upon his face and a friendly tone to his voice.

Ghostly zephyr fingers twisted themselves into the boundless curls of her dark hair, tossing the elegant coils in a haphazard spray across her delicately beautiful face (for certainly was no face as mesmerizing as her own), leaving a section of sleek dark hair before her fierce, eerie eyes of deep ever changing blue. She does not gaze down upon him with the eyes of one that believed the world should bow down to her. Like some great evil queen demanding ultimate power and love from her people. No, my dear Valerian gazes down upon him hansom figure with anticipation and curiosity. She takes a single step towards him, displaying her dominance in a silent display. As friendly as he might appear, he was still a stallion after all and Valierian was all too familiar with the mindset and determination that accompanied the strong willed testosterone driven male species.

She continues to study him for a moment, letting his husky voiced words settle into her ears as she ponders the best manner in which to respond. She did not want him to think her cold and harsh, but neither did she want him to take advantage of the difference between their build and steal these lands from him. "Yes..." she breathes finally, her lilting tones forcefully gentle despite the suspicion that rises in her core.

Valerian shakes her proud head, long obsidian locks tumbling in wind-tangled disarray down the curve of her neck and shoulders. "I am Valerian... and who might you be stranger?" she inquires curiously, unusually long tail flicking slowly across her hocks as she keeps her eyes and ears focused upon the large brute... attempting to decipher his true intentions.