When it comes to relishing a moment, savoring and locking it away tight, Arlo has the habit of falling prey to her own mind. She breathes in the chilled air with winter nipping at its heels and listens to the rustle of the dry grass and twittering birds. She bathes in the morning light, lets the golden rays wrap around her like a mother embracing it's child. She lets the scents of other equines, of the unique smell that is strictly autumn fading to winter, fill her lungs. It reminds her of the mornings with her dam and sibling. Reminds her of the home she'd left behind all those years ago. For a moment, she's standing amongst the fields, tall grass swaying and idle chatter of others drifting along. Her kin is standing some distance off, just barely awakening with the rising sun. Content rolls over her in waves. Then, the smell of the sea trickles in, and everything picks up like ash and blows away. Blinking her brown eyes, Arlo lets a breath expand her barrel and lowers her head. This isn't the prairie and it never will be. Just as should be the case. His call has Arlo's cranium turning, ears pricking to attention. Her eyes light in curiosity, her memories and that dragging feeling of homesickness vanishing just as the set up within her head had. The first thing that catches her eye is the way his light coat seems to glisten, bright against the morning rays. Like a sheen of white gold, a precious metal Arlo has only had the pleasure of seeing once before. Baby blues are the next, the color of the lightening sky. Then his words registered, as does his smile, and the painted mare returns his friendly expression. Always an open book, coffee orbs swirl with her curious nature. Wondering to just whom has approached her, Arlo misses the filly trailing behind him entirely. For the time being anyways. "Morning to you too," her voice is gentle and smooth, feminine indeed. "It's nice to meet you, Zevulun. I'm Arlo, I live..." the mare blinks, turning her gaze to rove over the land. She was simply a wanderer. Her smile turns sheepish, a small chuckle spilling from her lips. "off the land I suppose. I only recently arrived, didn't really expect to find others here." Which wasn't a lie. She'd stumbled upon this particular island simply swimming. She enjoyed the feel of the water slipping along her skin and through her pelt. It was the getting out and facing other elements Arlo hadn't been very fond of. But the woman had been tired, so she'd stepped upon dry land, and hadn't bothered to make the swim back to mainland. Not quite yet. It was a new journey, after all, a new start. "Have you lived here long?" It's an innocent question, one that has Arlo dragging her eyes back to the stallion. In doing so, she catches just the outline of something behind him. It draws her chocolate eyes back, finally spotting the kiddo. Confusion catches her by surprise because the filly seems unsure, and that makes Arlo unsure too. She's no mother, if anything she's the awkward teenager that gets handed a newborn during family gatherings. A cool aunt later in life, maybe. She focuses back on the stallion, still puzzled though it's mostly covered by her idle curiosity now. Arlo didn't know how these islands worked, maybe this was just the norm. |