She watches the stallion quietly as he launches into his accolade. He lives in the Bay. He is the leader. He seems nice. N.asa makes a visible effort to relax, steadying her breathing as she listens to him speak. He appears harmless. He's not trying to whisk her away anywhere. She breathes slowly, take in fresh ocean air. Her ears rotate forward as he asks her if she's ever been to the meadow. "No, I have never been here. I am wandering I guess." She muses. She wasn't sure what drew her to the meadow, just simply that she had felt the urge to explore. Sadness briefly touches her as he asks about her about the islands. She buries it quickly. "I am not native to the Islands." She says it simply, not ready to delve into prior history. Her gaze washes over him. Apologetically she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I am not one for conversation. How do you like the islands?" She wishes she wasn't so shy about talking to others. |