The dunalino's thoughts were muddled as she wound her way through the grassland. The tall stalks of grass brushed gently against her legs as the mare walked on. The current of her thoughts was fickle, flitting anxiously from Toland and where he was to her mother and then Versace. The order varied, but they were the ones she held dear. How would they not be on her mind?
"A mare on a mission" thrums a masculine voice. The previous absent-minded concern on the mare's face shifted into confusion, rendering an odd expression on her face as Dior twisted her head toward the source of speech. Her golden eyes, colored more richly in the sunlight, took in the form of a large stallion standing somewhat near her path. He had silver blonde hair and a bay body traced with sabino, not dissimilar to her younger sister Versace. "Should I be concerned?"
The perplexed look on her face does not leave, but the initial surprise at him speaking to her did. Dior didn't understand his motivations with such a question. Her experience with stallions was limited to a year with her father and eighteen months with Toland. Her voice is lilting and well-meaning with no trace of the vehemence he might expect. However, the words she says clearly indicate the distance at which she intended to keep him. "Only if you intend to impede my search, sir."