The mare’s laugh made Eudora smile even wider. She loved making other horses laugh! Too, that meant she wasn’t about to be scolded for getting a bit dirtied up, which meant the mare she’d crossed paths with was going to be great company to keep. “Cheetah?” She questioned curiously with a tilt of her head, eyelids narrowing not in concentration, but just to keep more of the rain from getting into her eyes. She even snorted a few droplets out that’d tickled the soft groove of her nostrils and shook her head, wet pale mane lightly smacking either side of her neck before it settled again.
Eudora looked down her front where she was splattered (though more and more was getting washed away as she was rained on) trying to surmise how she could look like this mysterious thing she’d never before heard of. Expectantly, she looked back up to the green-eyed mare, excited to learn something new. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother all about what a cheetah was when she finally went back to her later on in the day.
The mare introduced herself as Eira. Eudora perked up with a happy grin, prancing a little in the rain, the soft ground wet and gently squelching beneath her as she did. “I’m Eudora! Our names kinda match.” She proclaimed happily, quite pleased by the observation, then added for clarity (as there were so many families in the Prairie), “my mama is Eirena, my daddy is Zevulun. I have an older sister named Willa!” Such like a child to divulge a bunch of information all at once, not quite used to the nuance of adult conversation or exactly how much should be shared. She peered up at the painted mare through the rain. “Are you one of my daddy’s new mares?” Eudora highly doubted it, given how little her father left the confines of the Prairie and how often he chose to spend time with the herd he'd already gathered here, but she was rather curious enough to ask anyways.
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