Falls

Talkin' like we used to do, it was always me and you

Perhaps it was Silvi’s definition of ‘approachable’ that was off. After all, she’d never hesitated to speak her mind to anyone - be it her obnoxious siblings or a tyrant stallion. As if they rule the world, she snorted as she recalled some of the places she had visited, males who had such large herds they couldn’t even tell you the names of their mares or children. Limitless would have been enraged at the idea! That was something she had always respected about her father - he was a family man through and through. It was because of him that she believed in, or rather yearned to believe in, true love. It was what pulled her to the Lost Islands, the place where she had come to believe he met his soulmate. If her daddy had been happy here, then just maybe, she could be too. As much as she loved her travels, she felt a slight twinge of loneliness.

The other mare’s sigh went unnoticed by the young vixen. She’s certainly pretty, Silvanus thought as she tilted her head to the side, her ears twitching in surprise at the response she received. It would be her luck that she came across another newcomer with no idea where she was. ”We could help each other then,” she offered cheerily. Allies and friends both appealed to her greatly, even in her wandering she had formed many ties.

”Where is it you’ve journeyed from then? Is there a reason you’ve come here?” It seemed likely. The Islands weren’t the easiest to just ‘stumble’ upon. Of course the same could be said of many places Silvi had been. Swishing her tail to ward off annoying flies that seemed to be attracted to her damp fur, her eyes studied the other equine. The bay roan was slightly smaller in height than herself, although that wasn’t too difficult since she was in part friesian and mostly leg. She’d never quite grown into them… Subconsciously she shifted her weight, if she’d ever been insecure about anything it was her legs.