Meadow

Salem, the desert Instantly her ears perk. She swivels her delicate head so she can look at the painted mare with her honey colored eye. She studies the young mare. "I believe this place is called the Meadow on the crossing Isle." She says simply. She did not know much about these Isands, she just knew there were strange cultures and mixed breeds with the occasional pure bred.

I'm Evren. Nyessa flicks her ears, she had not interest in knowing much more about the mare, but she nods anyway. "Salem, my name is Nyessa A'rian." Her words are heavy with her desert accent. She has wandered for so long, she almost yearns to around another equine even if it this mixed blood mare. She follows the gaze of the mare, as it wanders the length of the meadow. Nyessa watches the birds as they frolic and chirp excitedly. "Yes, it is alien compared to the desert."

"Why did you leave the desert?" She questions Evren, why would anyone want to leave their desert? She snorts and stomps her hoof. Here she was, wanting to return to a desert and she had left hers behind.