WHERE FLOWERS BLOOM, SO DOES HOPE.
Delicate ears swivel atop her crown, listening to the soft twittering of the birds in the nearby treetops, the thundering of the falls and the soft breathing of the dappled stallion next to her. Her hazel eyes drift to him as he speaks, his words thick with accent and strange to her twitching ears, she wonders quietly where had the dappled man came from?
"Theres the word "fall" in it. For some unknown reason his last words caused a giggle to rise in her throat. "Did you figure that out on your own?" she says with a facetious smile spreading across her pink lips. She enjoys a bit of humor, especially since not knowing anyone on the islands, it tends to get a bit lonely. She has found herself wandering from place to place, taking in all of the beautiful scenery these Islands have to offer. She has even met one other, who also had her giggling as he itched himself upon a tree. Peculiar creatures these men tend to be.
Her ear swivels towards his thick words as he mentions since they are new they should stick together. She nods her delicate head. Her gaze settles on his face as he asks her name. "My name is Thea. she tells him softly, just to be heard above the roar of the falls. She can feel warmth spread across her chest as he gives her another smile and mentions them being stuck together. "I don't mind being "stuck" here with you." she says as she returns a timid smile. And what should I call you? she asks the dappled man.
Welara Pony - Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano - 13.2 hh - Mare - 3 years