There’d been times when she’d wondered just what had drawn her here, but then she remembered the musings between her mother and grandmother before mother had passed, grandmother spoke of the islands, and how their family line went back decades within the boundaries. Why had Xalia remembered that though? Honestly, she’d never know. Grandmother was gone now as well, and with no siblings or others to form a herd with she’d been left to fend for herself for the last three years. Not an easy feat, traveling across lands and avoiding the rogue bachelor herds that had chased her down many of breeding seasons. A shudder racked her body at the memory of those horrid days. One could only hope that this place would be different.
The sound of the grass being crushed beneath a hoof drew her attention from the grass at her feet, her eyes lifting to land upon the quite large form approaching. How he could stand to be in the light with eyes as bright as that she’d never know. She watched for a moment, puzzled as to what had drawn him to her of all others. His words reached her, and she sat silent for a few moments. Contemplating.
“I suppose the same way a rainbow appears after a storm” Words fell before she realized she had spoken. She twists to where she’s facing him, one brown eye, one blue focused on his face as she wonders what this place was.