Common

It was a long, silent, heartbreaking trek for the little mare and she was immensely grateful for the clearing as they returned to it, her posture still hunched against the wind and rain as she crowded close to the rocky overhang's wall in the little cave-not-cave she'd claimed. It smelled as close to home as anything did these days, but it was a far cry from the tropical home that Sigurdr had once brought her to. Strangely, either her imagination was running wild or the faint scent of Atlantis still wafted from his hide. It made her wonder if she had perhaps been too hasty in leaving last time, but she shoved the thought away.

He had been gone. She knew, because she'd searched for him for days. Weeks, even, before the next claimant came.

"Oh-", she murmured at his question, ducking her gaze away from him again. Right. He didn't remember her, so of course he wouldn't remember her name. Her soggy tail flicked morosely at her hinds but her gaze rose to him again, unable to stay away for long. "I'm Hymn."

It doesn't occur to her that the normal thing to do now is to ask for his name. Instead, she opts to change the subject to something else, although she regrets the words as she says them. "What brought you to the Commons?"

He was here to find new mares, obviously. How else would he replace the ones he left behind?