It wasn’t very long before Klara had drawn attention.
Curiously she glanced toward the figure approaching her, head tilted in curiosity as she watched him with a warm, welcoming smile that grew wider the closer he came. Opening her mouth, Klara intended to give her name in return and see if he’d be interested in a game or some sort of exploration, but she was cut-off by the sound of her own name being shouted from across the way.
Klara caught sight of Drika nearing her, and only had time to laugh and sturdy her body-weight as the younger filly playfully leapt at her side. Klara pranced, half-grown in tail giving a hard swish and reached to lip at Drika’s chest and shoulder as if biting her. It was all in good fun; the giggle chasing her breath further cemented this.
Attention returned to the colt, Klara’s smile turned almost softly apologetic.
“And I’m Klara, as you might have already gathered.” A warm smile was shot to her young Peak sister before her eyes chased back to him. “Drika, this is Santiago.” He’d only just managed to give his name before Drika’s arrival and it still held fresh in Klara’s mind. “We just barely met.” She explained as an after-thought, realizing she’d leapt in and given his name to Drika before he had a chance to speak it himself.
“We’re from the Peak.” She explained with her still-warm and still-welcome smile.
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