She tried to keep her focus away from her cousin hiding in the bushes, but it was difficult knowing he was probably laughing at her right now. This was awkward, made even more so by the handsome stranger she was talking to. The young male looked startled at first but seems once he saw the delicate flower in front of him, there was no need to be afraid. Almost immediately following his hello, she answers out of nervousness. "Hi." She fidgets.

He makes a true statement right out of the gate. He was correct, she was not from here. "I came from the Prairie." One thing Primrose was proving not to be good at was being incognito. She could almost hear the chuckling behind her. Her distraction causes her to miss the young man's nervous focus on a mare and foal int he distance. Seems they both were distracted. "Primrose." Maybe she shouldn't be giving her name to a stranger..."My name is Primrose de Shamwari."

Her lips close, but she debates if she introduced herself correctly. Her mother's beliefs were a bit different than the usual islanders and she was trying to learn them. Golden ears swivel back and forth. She didn't get a dangerous feeling from this stallion, but she did have bubbling in her gut. Her skin felt hot. What did this mean?