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She is too uneasy to be mellow, too wild to be unobservant, and so the moment the speckled stallion separated himself from the normal ebb and flow of this strange place to come in her direction, Rethe noticed. She tried to pretend that she didn't, to soften the jagged edges of her anxiety by watching him from the corner of her eye instead of directly, by shifting to offer him an approach to her shoulder rather than her front, but she wasn't sure how convincing any of that would be considering she could not deny the way his appearance consumed her attention.

He came closer, clearing his throat gently as a way to notify her of his presence and she turned toward him, not bothering to feign surprise. She had come here to be approached, after all. His question made her narrow her eyes as she searched for any ulterior motive hidden behind the question before she finally shook her head - a short, jerky gesture.

"I don't mind." Her voice still felt strange in her ears, even though she'd used it far more this past year than she had in the rest of her life combined. When it was just her, her dad, and her siblings, there had been no need for speech. It was only her mother's unexpected and uncomfortable re-introduction to her life that had forced her to use it agian.

"I'm Rethe, um, from the Bay." As she said it, she realized it was the first time she'd ever introduced herself to someone to whom she bore no relation and it made a shiver race across her body.

"Where are you from?" She asked abruptly, dark ears swinging forward toward him. Her manners were still rough, her general nature slightly abrasive, but she was genuinely curious. Her posture was still tense in the larger picture, but she had begun to soften toward the little snowflake stallion. She'd turned to face him, and the tight clamp of her tail had eased to something more natural, as had the furrows on her brow.