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An answer came nearly as soon as the sound left her lips, reverberating around her until she could barely contain her excitement. She turned toward the sound with a barely contained smile, eager to see what the next chapter of her life was going to contain.

The stallion that approached was handsome, far more refined than she was with a coat as reddish-gold as the gleam in her mother's warm eyes. His mane and tail were nearly flaxen in color with stockings that reached nearly up to his underbelly in an exotic splash of color. She stilled, watching him quietly while he approached, though she did manage to mirror the friendly smile he offered as he got close.

"Hello," She answered, her voice softer and more quiet than she would have thought she would sound like. For all her bravado in coming out here and being ready to take this next step in life, she found that his presence made her suddenly and abruptly very shy.

"I'm Corvair de Fell," she answered, thinking of the way the painted stallion of the Inlet had introduced himself. The full name still sounded funny rolling off of her tongue, but it felt nice to hold onto a tradition from her ancestors. "You can just call me Corv, though. It's easier." And what she most often answered to.

Her pale-tipped tail flicked against her hocks as his next question came, and she nodded in response. "I would like that, yeah." But then the stall came, the uneasy hovering in the conversation where a question should go and she fumbled with it, suddenly forgetting everything she had planned to ask her potential suitors. Her wide eyes, framed with long dark lashes, blinked at him for a moment before finally shaking herself internally. "Sorry," she took in a breath. "I've never done this before. I'm sorry, how was the journey here?"