Falls

A call breaks Kimber’s thoughts and the young mare looks over to see the stranger approaching. The mare didn’t look old, though clearly older than herself by her mature frame. Black rimmed ears tilt forward, curiosity lighting her brown eyes, and she gives a small nod in reply. Company wouldn’t be terrible, since she had been deprived of it for quite some time. And it’s not like it would be against Askold to talk to another mare, right?


“My name is Kimber.” She replied evenly, not sure if she was supposed to be friendly or cautious. The painted girl had come across many different characters here on the Crossing, and the intent of others could always be well concealed. But she wasn’t quite the little girl anymore, and realized that now as she was standing with a grown mare, that she no longer had to look up when speaking with an adult.


“What brings you to the Crossing?” Kimber asked, thinking that might be a good, neutral question to ask. With the thoughts running through her head, so out of control and unorganized and realizing the tension in her shoulders, Kimber knew she needed to start socializing more. She had never been like this before, and forcibly let out a long breath to relax.