Falls

Relke had just offered her name to the golden roan mare when she heard splashing some distance away. Not unusual, she thought - we are standing in a waterfall after all - and she accepted Elain’s extended muzzle with a friendly breath of her own. The splashing, as it turned out, was not from the stream stretching away from them. A dark stallion was pushing up the current toward them, his stocky feathered legs shoving the water easily aside. His body language was friendly and relaxed, but Relke was nervous nonetheless. Standing at seventeen hands, she towered over both of the other horses, and yet she was uncomfortable in the presence of more than one other. Elain had at least put Relke at ease, and the dove-colored mare was not as eager to take her leave as she usually would be. She found she preferred to stay with the golden roan and see what the stallion wanted.

I am Rille, the dark stallion introduced himself. Relke tilted her head at him, ears pointed forward. His relaxed demeanor was similar to Elain’s. Her wariness began to subside the slightest bit. Was everyone on this island easy to be around? She had never found anyone on the mainland to be so agreeable. With only slight hesitation, the tall Vanner extended her muzzle out to Rille as well.

As she greeted the newcomer, Elain’s musical voice pulled one of her ears to swivel back toward her original companion. What is it that has happened to her voice? For a moment Relke was confused. Is she talking about me? she wondered, but when she turned to peer curiously at the golden roan, she found that Elain’s gaze was fixed on the stallion. Still not understanding, Relke turned her face back to Rille. Had she been mistaken? No, Rille was definitely a stallion, though his scent was faded by the water. She wondered if Elain could not smell him from her position beside the waterfall, or could not see him from his position in the stream. She laughed, not unkindly.

”He’s not that short,” she joked, though it was true that both mares stood taller than the silver black to some degree. ”Can you not smell him in the water?” Relke took a step back to allow Rille and Elain to exchange breaths, if they wished.

OOC: LOL sorry this is messy, I wrote it in line at the grocery store because I was too impatient to continue the thread haha

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