She watches the male carefully as he speaks. His color is similar to hers, that deep steel grey. He appears to look at her curiously as if remembering something. She brushes it off as not her business. She can smell that others have been here but she nods her head in agreement that the Lagoon appears desolate. Her dark eyes study him. "My name is Aallotar," she offers. The silence surrounding them is almost eerie.

Awaiting her reply, Aallotar allows her eyes to wander the landscape of the Lagoon. Early Spring was clearly not a favorable time for this place. The slush from the snow that mixed with the dirt, made for the smelliest mud she had come across. The muck that clung to her legs was beginning to itch. Carefully she reaches her hind leg to scratch as it. When she places it back down, she cocks it slightly in a relaxed position, sensing that the stallion has no ill intentions. "Where did you come from?" She questions. "If you do not mind me asking, of course." She quickly apologizes recognizing that her question may be intrusive and rude. Aallotar typically chose not to discuss her past. Though, it was never really brought up in idle conversation. It was just a topic she didn't delve into.