Meadow

Nyessa warily looks around, her arched nape curves as she uses her one good eye to search for the source of the sound. There was a snap of a branch, then out of the forest bounds a young loudly colored, painted mare. Nyessa eyes the mare warily as she spryly approaches. Madha tarid infadel? The words erupt from between tight dark lips, her ears rotate and lay into her dark tresses. "Hello! I don't suppose you could tell me where I am?" Nyessa raises her chiseled head higher on her neck as she looks down her slender nose at the mare as she speaks, shortly and straight to the point. "The meadow."

As a few tense seconds pass by, Nyessa single eye looks over the painted mare. She notices the slight curve of the mares ears, she had a hint of desert breeding in her mixed blood. Nyessa honors that even if she was not of pure blood. "Where do you reside?" She questions. "Where do you call home?" She questions again as if the mare would not understand her first question.

She had no interest in divulging every detail of why she was here to a stranger, especially one of mixed heritage. Her single honey colored eye settles on the young mares face, as she searches it for answers. She flicks her dark tail over her rose colored sides, impatiently waiting for the mare's answer to her questions.