She saw his gaze, met his eyes even. The mare seemed to think a touch when her hooves seemed to meet his somewhere in the middle. He wasn't like most stallions, that much Asphara could tell. Sniffing at him to gain what he held somewhat, the mare pulled back and let her tail swish behind her with her brain running. Scanning his coat, Asphara let her eyes drink in all of him. He was larger than her in size and she had a feeling he would be more powerful as he was in this current time. Asphara was built for speed and distance, not brute force.
Hearing him, the mare faintly tilted her head. He was a sub-leader, which indicated a herd. Asphara did not like the sound of that much, but the mare did not outwardly voice that. Instead, she listened more to the words that seemed to creep from his mouth. He was speaking polite and had given her the space she would need in order to not feel smothered, which was something that she could be thankful for. Shaking out her mane, she slowly let her voice enter the air in its more gentle nature. “Greetings as well, Romaro. My name is Asphara, a lone mare from a ways outside of the islands.” She was polite in her greeting, but she still held the air of standoffishness that she arrived with. “I am always up for travels.” Was her second reply to the last section of words he spoke.
Turning her head to look away from the stallion, she eyed the trees that circled them. The urge to go scratch against one was strong, but she didn't show that fact as she just lowered her head and slowly grazed right there in front of the new horse. She kept an eye on him of course, but the urge to sate her faint hunger was too strong for her to fight against at that current moment. With a mouthful of the luscious grass however, she lifted her head and perked her ears forward. She wondered where he would go and soon enough, she swallowed her nibble of grass to speak out her thoughts. “Where exactly are your travels leading you?”
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