Lucky for Aallotar, the journey to the Falls had not required her to venture into the water. Not that she minded entering the sea, as she adored the murky depths of the ocean. Her nostrils flare as she trudges across the sand, if only escaping the confines of the Lagoon for the moment. The humidity of that place was suffocating. She didn't care what Fearghas said. She would rather die than be cooped any longer in that desolate hot bed. Neon green grass sprouts from the earth as she trots along, dark eyes surveying the many others that permeate the area. Her eyes fall on that of a fair skinned stallion grazing alone.
Aallotar slows her trotting pace, choosing to opt for a slow walk as she arches her thick steel colored neck approaching him. She snorts softly, ears pricked forward in greeting. He is much larger than her pony-sized measily fourteen hand frame. His feet must be saucers. She muses to herself. A chuckle nearly escapes her at the thought but in an effort to not look crazy, she bottles the urge. "Good morning." She says simply. Aallotar halts a pony sized distance from the perlino steed, staring at him expectantly. "What brings you to the Falls? Are you new here? Have you been here long?" The questions just tumble out of her. She cocks her head to the side, impatiently waiting for his reply.
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