Meadow

Tali smiled, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Voyager." Other than the members of her herd, she hadn't really met anyone else. Not that Tali had exactly been doing the rounds of greeting any of them. Between the two of them, Branwen was far more outgoing than she was. Even at a year old, Bran seemed to have herself much more together than Tali did. Her little sister was a bit more devious than she was and had a knack for getting in trouble, much unlike herself. Tali was the dutiful older sister and kept watch over her and played with her until dusk, but it did not leave her many opportunities to make friends.

The stallion offered his nose and Tali's ears perked, pressed forward past the soft curls of her forelock. She took a few steps forward before extending her own nose to his. She puffed a breath of her own in exchange before taking a step back. Taking a soft breath she turned her head to gaze back across the meadow.

"It is so beautiful here," she muses with a sigh. "Have you been many places like this?" She can't help but ask, curious about his experiences with the world. She wondered if with a name like voyager he went on many voyages. The sea-water still damp on her coat was from her very first bout of adventure, but she wondered what else was out there beyond the islands. She was content enough to remain in her small bubble, though she was growing quite fond of the meadow. "This is my first time off Salem that I can remember," she starts, her eyes seemingly focused on something in the distance.