Sathona had made up her mind to retreat when movement caught her attention. Head turning, she looked to the taller stallion that approached. The young mare wasn’t sure what to expect; perhaps demands that she get going to a territory. Or even silken words filled with charm. The stuttering, wavering young voice that spoke to her was the farthest that she could possibly imagine. Though she was nothing short of the same nerves on the inside that he showed on the outside.
The buckskin wasn’t sure if it was the flush across his cheeks or his attempt to share his name, but slowly a small smile began to tug at her lips. Turning so she could full face him, she raised her tail ever so slightly, making it seem even shorter and bushier while she took in his scent. The sharp salty tang of the sea almost blended in with the scent of Salem, but she was thankfully able to pick them apart. Sathona wasn’t sure how long it would take him to stutter out where he was from.
“My name is Sathona.” She replied. “You are quite handsome too.” She returned the compliment, hoping that was the right etiquette for this first meeting. But even if it wasn’t, would he know any differently?
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