Meadow

She had not seen many here, smelled them yes. The beach and the meadow were strong with the scent of others like herself, but aside from a few random groups gathered together, lost in deep conversation, she had not seen many. Nomads? Perhaps? However something deep within her said that many called this island chain their home.

For a moment she lets her Azul gaze travel over the contours of the horizon, studying every treetop and shadow that cast itself upon the lands. Winter was upon them soon, the cold zephyr winds promising that for a loner like herself, the time would be miserable and hard. She would need to find a place for herself here, at least until the winter months had passed by and warmer weather made for easier traveling.

So lost in her own pressing thoughts was she that she almost missed the stallion's approach completely had she not caught a glimpse of his light colored coat out the corner of her eye. Twin audits perk as she lets her multifaceted gaze settle upon his hansom form. He smiles and offers her a greeting, or what she assumes is a greeting for it is a language that is foreign to her ears. A flicker of confusion flashes across her ash dusted features as he comes to a halt before her. He drops into common tongue, though his words are still thick with a foreign accent she is at least able to understand him and the tension that she had not known she had been holding onto seems to dissipate in an instant. "Hello Kasan, yes, company would be welcome indeed." she says with a gentle dip of her own head and a warm smile.

He moves immediately into conversation and Tauriel takes the opportunity to study his hansom features. He is larger than her, his powerful muscles rippling beneath the healthy shimmer of his pale champagne coat. He asks her a question, and Tauriel meets his words with a gentle response of her own. "They are now I suppose... I don't think I could find my way back home even if I wanted to." she begins, pausing now as a gentle chuckle escapes her lips, her mind fighting off the sudden swell of sorrow at the thought of never seeing her family again or even being able to assure them that she was indeed okay. But that was the price she paid for venturing into the ocean that day... and there is nothing that can be done now about it.

Obsidian whipcord flicks lightly against the snow white splatter of her haunches as the lithe girl takes a step closer towards him, extending her small dished muzzle to his own. "And I assume you are not from here either?"