It doesn’t take long just simply standing and existing for the vultures to begin circling. First a dark stallion with striking white legs and blue eyes approaches. Sathona only looks at him as he talks to her, as if she is watching him talk to someone else. Bad day? No, this was a great day! What made him think otherwise? Oh…. Perhaps she looked that terribly? She blinked, her gaze suddenly dropping to look over herself while he offers his name. She barely brings her gaze up to him when another speaks, and she whips her head around to see the stallion wearing a blanket much like her own. Sathona’s heart flips in her chest; fear and fascination. He wasn’t from Seigel’s homeland, was he?
“I’m Sathona.” She said, somehow finding her voice as she looks to the black stallion once more. “And today is a great day.” She corrected. Though she doesn’t go into detail on why that was. Instead, she finally gives herself a good shake to rid herself of the water, flinging it about herself as she does. Afterwards, her disheveled mane lays on both sides of her neck, some of it sticking straight up while her thick but short tail bushes out. Not quite the drown rat anymore, but no closer to pretty and civilized like most other mares present themselves.
“I require no space.” Sathona adds, her gaze slipping over to the blanketed stallion once more. A quiet invitation for him to get closer if he desired.
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