Someone had been listening. In response to her call, a spotted mare turned her attention toward Solzeren and altered her course. Sol did not recognize her, but the mare approached as though she might recognize Sol.
As the stranger drew near, the black mare stretched out with a whicker. She was shorter than Solzeren (though most were) and exotically marked. Sol bobbed softly in greeting.
You look like someone I used to know, said the spotted mare, and Sol laughed softly. 'That doesn't surprise me,' she said. 'I have many cousins, and siblings. I'm Solzeren.'
As she blew a friendly breath in greeting, she picked up the spicy, sun-baked fragrance of Salem from the other mare. The scent was incongruous next to the oppressive humidity of the incoming storm. She thought she might have caught more, but the first raindrops began to fall, cutting off any familiar scents before Sol could confirm.
SOLZEREN