Common

Isla is not oblivious to the games occurring all around her. It was not her first time in the Commons, and though she had every intention of this placement working out, she doubted it would be her last, either. She had a way of outlasting the homes she ended up in, the Lagoon notwithstanding, of course. Despite that, Isla wanted to try again. She wanted to feel like she belonged somewhere again, not just a tumbleweed tossing around in the breeze.

As much as the dun loved to travel - and planned to continue indulging, claim or no claim - a part of her keenly missed those days in the Prairie when she'd been content to raise Kerr alongside her dam. Now there was no Kerr and no Grier, but perhaps there might still be something else for her here.

The approaching stallion was hard to miss with his loudly patterned coat, and she turned toward him expectantly, her gaze neutral but not unfriendly. He seemed younger than her, although most on the isles did these days. More alarming was the fact that he offered no smiles, and a bare-bones hello before phrasing a command as a half question.

For a moment, only silence greeted his proclamation. Isla was pragmatic, to be certain, but she had no interest in ending up in a situation with someone who could not be bothered with basic decency. A flicker of premonition hit her as she recalled the way her mother had spoken of her own sire, and her jaw clenched in uneasiness. Surely that was not the kind of relationship she was being offered today, was it?

"'An where would that be? The same place ye left yer manners, I bet." Her red tail flicked at her hocks briefly before she forced herself to soften her expression and tone. Perhaps he was only nervous. "Why don't ye start with yer name, aye? I'm Isla."