Maziel listened after her cry, dark-lined ears pointed forward as she listened. Born and raised in the Bay, she was well adept at filtering the sounds of the territory away from the creatures that moved in it and, soon, she heard the sounds of nearby hooves. She swung her head, but kept it rather low. Another shiver pushed over her body and she felt the sting in her wound as it made her muscles stiffen up. She snorted and shook her head, pushing the pain out of her mind to focus on who was approaching.
The wind didn’t shift until he was much closer and, when she inhaled, could smell a stranger and the only home she’d ever call such, no matter where she lived. A puff of air blew over her face and her ears flicked back in annoyed surprise, head jerking as she squealed. But almost just after, Maziel blinked and her ears turned forward. She looked rather curiously in the direction the air had come from, where the scent of this stallion was strongest.
“Hello…” Her voice was ever sweet and kind, warm and gentle as it always was. A smile curled slowly over her mouth. She wasn’t sure why the stallion hadn’t whinnied out to her during his approach or even spoken, but Maziel didn’t mind it. She had to adjust quite a bit of her life to communicate with and live in the rest of the seeing world. “My name is Maziel.” She explained, but the wind picked up off the sea and she shivered, then glanced back at it as the crashing wave managed to hit her fetlocks. “I’m afraid I lost my partner in the sea, there was a storm…”
Oh, how she’d always hated the sea!
Maziel turned her head back toward where she assumed the stallion was standing. Her ears perked forward and she looked rather hopeful. “I’m looking for my sister, Mariael. She’s pale cream with white spots, a bit hairy, especially if she’s been spending a lot of time on Tinuvel.” The differences of their genetics, mainly. Maziel had much more daintier, sleeker breeds in her bloodline whereas Mariael was stockier, thicker, and better built to weather Tinuvel. “She used to be the Queen of Tinuvel and led from here, the Bay, as my father did.” She hoped sharing that information didn’t make him worry that she (or her sister) would be trying to usurp him from his territory. She only said it so he’d understand why, out of anywhere, Maziel would think she must’ve come here.
“She was… very sick when I saw her last.” Her voice dipped softly, openly showing a piece of the pain Maziel had been going through for years, dying to help her sister and unable to do anything but watch her slowly waste away. “I think she came back to Tinuvel and I need to find her.”
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