The spring air wasn't quite as crisp as it was when winter first gave way to it, but the afternoon heat wasn't unbearable like it could get during the summer months. Grass had shot up since the earth had warmed up after all those weeks of no snow, thick and lush and green. ‘Delicious,’ thought a spotted mare as she made her way into the meadow. She had washed up onto the islands right when the seasons changed, which was lucky for her. While the waters were chilly until her feet hit land she was at least able to warm up and not have to fight off the chill of winter weather. But, that was neither here nor there. Today was a beautiful, warm day with luscious stalks to chomp on. It couldn't get any better than this.
As she wandered further into the meadow she spotted a stallion keeping to himself, his muzzle already to the earth, lips and teeth pulling away to fill his stomach. She looked him over, appreciating his spots (although they were no match to hers of course), and though to herself that perhaps he would make for entertaining company. Although he did look rather somber... Maybe she could harass him out of that. Brown eyes locked onto him as she made her way toward the taller ‘but not nearly as good looking’ stallion. Coming within a few feet of him, she stopped and lowered her head so that their eyes were level. “Hi there, I'm Mathilde,” then left it at that and started to graze as well.
Silence was nice, while it lasted, and she took pleasure in just being near another. It wasn't that she was needy or codependent, but she was just always so bored. Being around others would alleviate that for a time, and it was always entertaining to meet somebody new. She wasn't really sure of the politics around here- who ran what, who meant what to who, where anybody lived. In fact, she didn't even know the rules of the islands she had found herself on, but she was smart, she was adaptable. ‘And bored, so bored,’ her mind completed as the thoughts swirled around in her head. A fly landed on her flank and she swished her tail but it came up short. No matter how she tried to take care of her mane and tail they just never wanted to be long and flowy like all of the other girls. She sniffed to herself. That was fine. They may be prettier, but Mathilde always found it easier to interact with others. Maybe that was just because she didn't care if a meeting went to shit, but, as long as she was entertained.
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