Mathilde found herself standing on a rather high knoll looking down at a herd of solid colored horses. She was confused as to how she got here, but shrugged and decided to make the best of it. With their basic ass coats she would stand out like the star that she was. Shaking her head and neck, she prepared herself to put on a show to gain their attention. Her mottled muzzle swung high into the air and she neighed loudly. “Hello to all of you, I am Mathilde.” She watched as their gazes turned toward her, eyes going wide as they all murmured to each other, voices hushed so she couldn't hear them. She frowned, lips wrinkling and she laid her ears down. “Hey! Hey!! What are you saying?!” At this they all turned away from her and went back to grazing, completely ignoring the fact that she was there. “Uhm, helloooooo?!” They acted as if she didn't exist which only further riled her, to the point where she began to kick and buck and holler for attention-
Which is when she woke up.
It took her a second to gather her bearings and she looked around wildly, locking eyes on the stallion she had dozed off next to. Everything he said to her pretty much went into one ear and out the other, but she had noticed he hadn't given her his name. ‘Uh, rude!’ she internally exclaimed, then pushed her neck out as far as she could and try to shove him with her muzzle. “Uhm, helloooooo?!” she huffed, “You never even told me your name. Don't you have any manners?” Which was funny, coming from her; but for somebody like the spotted mare it was hard to see your own faults and much easier to find them in others. This time she did pause, waiting to see if he would answer her, although perhaps just like before she wouldn't really be listening to anything he had to say. It couldn't be that important anyway. ‘Unless he's telling me how great I am,’ she thought solemnly to herself.
Oh Mathilde, it's not all about you honey. ‘Psht, yes it is.’
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