The figure that emerges is not quite a stranger, not even an adult at all. Fell has not interacted with her before, though he has been aware of her existence. He lets out a whispered nicker, nostrils fluttering, and drops his head to be closer to the filly in height.

She is inky black, slashed with white up the sides of her face and beneath her throat. Fell has not been close enough until now to realize that her eyes are split in color as well.

She calls him Aba, a term with which he is unfamiliar, but he can tell at least that she is attaching it to him in the same way other Bay children have called him Father. He nickers again in response, unsure if she is aware yet that he is unable to speak. In his observations, Mṛgaśira has seemed more comfortable on the outskirts of the herd, but now Fell makes a note to seek her out more often, for he does not know if the sabino mare chooses the distance due to preference or for some other ostracizing reason.

Gently, the Marwari stallion moves toward Sarama, head still low, though his ears are cupped forward and he keeps his chin tilted toward his chest to make it clear he is not snaking her away. He inspects her, breathing gently toward her small muzzle before lipping at her fuzzy mane and giving her withers a little scratch, if she lets him.

He pulls away to gauge her reaction to him, his messy forelock hung across his brows, eyes peering out between the coarse black locks.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.