mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

Xiomara listened to the stallion, his reasoning for being here among the Isles causing a shift in her personality again. The laughter and mischievous glint was now gone, a flinty look filling her azure eyes now. She said nothing for a while, the silence falling around them as if trying to choke the life from the conversation they had been having. “Lilika.” she said, her voice monotone but maybe a hint of aggression lying beneath. Finally the mare looked away, not looking at the stallion again.


“Don’t get comfortable here in the Inlet. You won’t be staying long.” she stated before moving away, her sturdy black legs carrying her towards the entrance. Only as she reached the threshold of the cave did she stop, but her gaze did not seek the brute. “I hope you find your heart.” Xiomara said before walking away. She would not hold him here, his story needed to take him elsewhere and she would not be the one to stand in the way.