The spotted mare found herself wandering this new island, hot and gross as it was, out of a mixture of both boredom and curiosity. Originally when she washed up into the islands it had been on the biggest one, which she didn't know was more of a free for all area at the time. She had learned this through both observation and talking to the stallion Taurus she had come across in the Meadow. Yet right when she was wrapping him around her pretty little hoof, another mare showed up, asking for help to get back to her home. Mathilde rolled her eyes, the whites showing even more than they usually do, as was characteristic of her Appaloosa breeding. 'Pathetic,' she grumbled silently. What self respecting mare could be so, so needy. That and the fact that the newcomer had taken the attention of the handsome stallion away from herself. She snorted in disgust, her speckled nares vibrating from the release of air. 'Whatever, I was over him anyway.' she tells herself. Yet she had followed the pair back to the wastelands, ending up in the Hills to meet a fellow red spotted mare there too. It was the interaction with her that sent her into the neighboring lands.

'Not that there's anything to see---' but she could almost bite her tongue when she saw him. A beautifully dark colored man with a spotted blanket over his hide, like the most finely patterned robe a king would wear. If life were a cartoon, her eyes would have hearts in them. A grin split wide open on her face as she headed toward him, but before she could get close enough another mare appeared. Her ears instantly fell flat to her skull. Well this was annoying. While they were distracted by each other, she pouted like a child who had their lollipop stolen from their hand, but an idea immediately tumbled into her brain when the wind brought to her the words spoken between the two. Before the stallion could answer the other mare, she slid her way up to them. "Oh, there you are darling," looking toward her fellow spotted peer, then turning to the other mare, "I do apologize, we got lost and then separated. We came from Marceline in the Hills and didn't realize we wandered into the next territory." The name drop could go either way, but she was pretty sure the Hills queen was on good terms with the Dunes, if memory served correctly.

She sidled up next to the male and rubbed her head against his shoulder, easy to do with his easily hand height over her. After, ahem, claiming her property- so to speak- she looked back at the mare. "I'm Mathilde, by the way and this..." she looked up at the man, then gave a sheepish grin back to the mare, "Well, he can speak for himself of course." Sometimes she can be such a slick bitch. She could only hope he would play along.

reference