Larka had never come upon a mare quite like the pretty little silent mare who stood before her now. Most mares she had come across were either only concerned about curling themselves around their stallion every second of every day or they wanted to be left alone entirely. At least that had been her experience in Shamwari's herd for the small amount of time that she had spent there. His mares had never been outright mean to her, but it was clear why they were there and Larka's addition to their herd had not been met with eyes as friendly or smiles as gentle.

Despite her silence, the amber colored mare still tried her best to appear friendly. Her response to Larka's question was to send her gaze towards the dunes that appeared to roll endlessly beyond the ocean waves. For a moment Larka let her own silver blue gaze travel over the landscape, admiring the scene that lay before her. Despite the rolling thunder and dark gray clouds that hung low above the horizon, and the spattering of raindrops that beat down slow and steady on them from overhead, Larka felt a sense of peace in the serene beauty. At first glance, the landscape appeared barren, void of vegitation or any other from of life, but at closer inspection, it was clear that life thrived here and appeared to thrive well. Clusters of small trees grew here and there, bunched close together near what appeared to be a water source. The rain had clearly risen the water levels until now even the bases of the trees and small shrubs were being lapped by the water's edge. Thick green grasses grew here and there, shaded by the wide leafed trees, tiny bright colored flowers grew from amid the green grass and what shade was offered by rocks and other such outcroppings. Desert it might be but in initial appearance but it was not quite a complete desert.

The sudden sound of approaching hoof fall catches her attention now and Larka immediately lift her proud head. Tiny silver white ears perk amid the curling tendrils of dark mane as the form of a stallion appears. At first her body tenses in apprehension, unsure of how the stallion will react to her presence. She stops, proud silver white neck arching as she move a step closer to her petite companion, as much for safety reasons as to protect her should the need arise.

But her worries prove to be unfounded as the stallion greets the mare with a gentle smile, brushing his lips against her own. There is perhaps a sense of relief in his eyes as he meets her gaze and for a few seconds the two share an intimate moment together. Larka shuffles her feet beneath her as she takes a step aside, drawing silver blue eyes up to meet the dark ones of the stallion before her. He greets her with a gentle tone, introducing himself as Liland and motioning towards her companion. Almost meekly Larka nods her head, delicate fascade dipping towards him as she reaches out to exchange her breathe with his own. "It is nice to meet you Liland. My name is Larka." she breathes feeling a sense of reassurance in his gentle tones and praise at her having followed. The realization her newfound friend was a mute suddenly seemed to make sense to why the mare never did respond in words to anything that Larka had spoken. "I did not realize..." she began, letting her voice trail off as she once more offered the silent mare a warm smile.

The stallion addresses her once more, a warmth in the tone of his voice that is altogether inviting as he welcomes her to join into his herd. She smiles warmly at him, silver eyes blinking brightly up at him from behind the thick veil of dark lashes. "I appreciate the offer and will gladly take you up on it if you will have me." she breathes, taking a step closer.



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