A gentle rustle in the muck alerted Endora of the young stallions approach before he gently whickered to her. Her left ear flicked forward while her right rested in a neutral position. The gangly colt was nearly as large as she was, clearly a heavy breed of Draft but his sparkling eyes gave away his youth. Endora wasn't old, a teenager at best, but she was wise beyond her years. The ebony mare nickers gently in return. Her ears prick forward as he offers his company to her. "Hello Carbon," she begins. "I am Endora." Her foreign Spanish accent betrays her as not native to the Islands. It was strange to interact with others after she had forbidden herself to the Forest. Her fate had been surely tested in her shipwrecked landing to the Islands and she wondered if this was the punishment of the Gods that had driven her here. She regards the young colt a moment. "Are you native to the Islands?" Given his youth, she presumed that he must have been born on them. Perhaps he could provide her some insight on where she was. Or, maybe he had seen others that she had traveled with on the Spanish ship. |