Meadow

Lace instantly felt confused. Had he misunderstood her? The little mare had asked about this Island, not of his home. But she did not interrupt him, instead just gave him a weird look. Her expressions were always an open book, not that she ever held back her opinions. Just as she was about to open her lips and reply, Lace was interrupted by the approach of another. It was his nicker that made her head whip around to pin the greyish stallion with her blue gaze, her spotted ears thrusting forward towards him among her thick locks of mane.


Letavice and Yngvar, they both had such strange names. It caused a snort to leave her mottled nose before she turned to fully face him. Lace drew herself to stand as tall as her short stature would allow, not wanting this stranger to get the wrong impression and think her a child, as she felt that way among these giants. At least he was not as tall as the painted stallion. “My name is Lace” she replied, before venturing closer to Letavice. Okay, a lot closer. Invading his personal space, the young mare drew in his scent as she looked over his fuzzy frame. “What is an Inlet?” she asked, drawing back slightly so she could look upon the stallion’s face, her intense gaze meeting his own.


At least she wasn’t being grumpy so far, as long as he entertained her.