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She had nearly run into the large gray stallion, her hair collected by the stop step of the gliding extended trot, but they are both lucky as disaster is averted by his quick action and her almost-late realization. She had heard his sidestep and the snort, her head coming up almost impossibly-seeming high and turning to regard him with a toss of her forelock from her face. "Sorry about that!." She says before she properly lays eyes on him, head coming back around after a second toss successfully moves her mane and forelock out of the way with use of the breeze.

He is not the sort of fellow she would have expected, quiet despite their collision. At least outside of the snort. Her head lowers in sudden nervous energy, not sure how someone outside might take her erring towards a bit distracted. His face is striking, though not as marked by his white as her father. "I can’t say that I normally pay better attention, I am so sorry, though..." she sheepishly admits, "I come from the Inlet, my name is Brightwine. I thought I would get a bit of space from home. It is starting to feel a bit cramped there. I love my mom, but she has enough on her hands and my dad has more kids than adults in the family now."

She laughs a little, "What is your name?"