Meadow

Azalea felt her eyes becoming heavy despite how she still tried to graze. It was difficult staying awake the longer she laid here in this foreign place. Only, when she heard the nicker reach out to her, her fatigue is suddenly forgotten. Wide eyes look up at the approaching stranger, shocked to see someone so different. Azalea had never seen someone with such a rich black coat before, only the browns of her own shaggy hide. Bagheera as she called herself looked more like a goddess than a warrior, at least in the eyes of the small brown mare.


Realizing she was still laying upon the ground, staring up at the mare like a frozen deer, Azalea scrambled up from the ground. Her legs still felt weak, but at least they didn’t sway under her this time. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bagheera.” Azalea breathed out, sounding almost as star struck as she felt. Though she was sure that her eyes portrayed it for her, not ashamed to be impressed by the stranger.


“Y-Yes…. I’m alright.” Azalea answered the mares question the moment she realized she hadn’t yet. She ducked her head, feeling heat flush across her cheeks, since she had been too busy looking at the mare’s impressive stature. “My name is Azalea.” She introduced, though had no title to follow it. At least, not here. Though she the one she had carried from her birth home hadn’t been impressive either. But as this was a new place, a new beginning, there was no need to let that failing follow. "What is this place?" she asked instead.


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