 Short and straight to the point, the delicate grey mare gave Evren the information she had asked for. For a moment Evren waited, expecting more to follow, and when none came, she began to focus on details of the mare’s features. She was beautiful, but there was a haughtiness to her expression, and one eye was strangely milky. Evren had just begun to unsubtly focus on this eye when the strange mare spoke again, this time posing Evren with questions of her own.
Evren blinked and twisted one ear back, dumbfounded for a moment. “Um, I come from Salem. The desert. So, what I actually meant by my question was what island this is - are there herds here? Who is in charge?”
The young mare’s gaze wandered to their surroundings, once more taking in the cluttered green landscape with fascination. She could see birds of all sort hopping and flapping in the branches above them, which was a delightful distraction. Creatures of the avian variety were few and far between back in the desert, with only the occasional vulture or a handful of seagulls along the coast. Or - as Evren had discovered once in her childhood - a rare migrating individual, stopping to drink at the oasis, only to become waterlogged and drown.
Eventually the young mare managed to pull her attention away from the birds, and offered the rosy stranger a friendly smile. “My name is Evren, by the way. This is my first time away from home - I can’t believe how different everything is.”
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