Lowering her guard a touch, Yaga let the stress of the encounter faintly roll off. Her lupine gaze held curiosity and her ears perked forward entirely. She was here for the conversation now that some of the anxiety ebbed. She still was on guard, but the draft cross wasn't afraid. She had to be smart, but nothing about this stallion spoke of aggression and he certainly hadn't done anything to warrant her start of their meeting.
Listening, the forest mare took in his words. She was unsure of who all still lived here, but this draft before her would keep his home. Dagda deserved that much, she knew. Licking her lips, the white faced mare nodded her head. “You don't have to be as fluent to teach what you know.” She softly spoke, a smile touching her lips. She would learn hopefully of his language and maybe he could teach her other things about this territory. With her being new, it was vast and almost out of her scope and it was daunting with that aspect.
“I… would you also… be willing to show me this territory better than my wandering can? It's… a lot.” Out of depth and nervous, Yaga now looked down at her hooves. “I'm… sorry for asking so much of you as well, Dagda.” She meant it too. She should be strong, but right now she was young and lost. The forest was her territory, yes. However, it wasn't her birth right and she needed to learn of this place.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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