Nightmares are dreams too
Garmr could tell there was some self-preservation left in the young mare when she doesn’t give her name. He supposed it was only the desperation to find her family that pushed her to even give their names since she says them so softly and hesitantly. Versace does not sound familiar to him, but Vogue he instantly recognizes. The image of the bay tobiano standing with Khyber flashing through his mind in memory. Though he had never spoken to her directly, it was enough. Whether he should tell this young mare or not, he still contemplates.
“Hmmm…” he hums, as if he is truly thinking over the names she has given. “Ah! Yes….” Garmr says, as if he just remembered, and turned his head to look at the gold and white mare again. “Vogue…. she is bay and white, right?” Although Garmr knows he’s right, he still tips his ears forward as if he waits for her confirmation to be right. Waiting for her face to light up with his description, only to be crushed when he admits where he knows she is. Garmr fights away a smile as he admits “she lives in the Lagoon.”
Ooc: At the time of this thread, Ashteroth had not won Vogue yet.