The cascading waters stood so close, near enough that the mists and rebounding spray got caught in her long, white lashes, even as she had turned her head away. The mare's hooves weren't close enough to the edge that one might think Keating would fall. And she wouldn't. Not if she could help it anyway. The paint took a nervous step away then, as if suddenly reminded of the potential danger. Too often had nightmares of falling and endless swallowing darkness haunted her. A dry swallow lurched in the mare's throat, nearly choking her with its force.
White lashes fluttered once, ears twisting forward against pale locks as a nicker sounded. A pale-colored figure approached with his head held low and muzzle outstretched in greeting. Albeit nervously, Keating tried to come off as friendly, exchanging breaths carefully with the stranger. He seemed well-meaning enough to her, for now. Her guard remained, but she was here to socialize after all. To move on. A shy smile lighted on Keating's lips, dark ears splaying slightly.
"I do not mind the company, though I may not be the best conversationalist. I am new to the islands.. Needed a fresh start. Am I to assume you are a native yourself?"
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