Zimri shifted slightly where she stood and the stallion’s eyes wandered over her. It seemed like many she came across in the peaceful lands were surprised that others were talking to them here. Ruger, who knew who she was, looked at her as if she had been a goddess. A goddess and a ghost all at the same time. Another had spoken to her and implied she was beautiful and others would not turn her away. Now this stallion looked at her as if he could not believe another creature would speak to him. Zimri’s ears flicked for a moment, her concern clear on her face.
She stepped forward, her nose outstretched to him, welcoming him to approach her if he so desired. Yes, you. I would not have much to say to the reflection you just stomped out. Her tail gently over her body, everything about her as relaxed as a peaceful creak. She looked back down at the water at their hooves, her head tilting slightly to the side. The ripples of the water were still maring the mirrored reflection of them. What did it do to offend you? The tone she chose was soft, a light string of lyrics continuing to beckon him forward. She tried to call to his soul, and soothe the emotion she had seen enacted against himself in the pools of water.