i'm contagious, it'd be safest if you ran
The air is quiet today. Aditi has been here, in Pangea, just long enough to know that it is strange when the winds are absent. The air is thick with the early autumn heat and it weighs heavily on the mare's dappled frame. She's a fan of the suffocating heat. She likes how the earth shrinks beneath it. Not that Pangea was ever lush with foliage, anyway.
She is meandering through one of the smaller canyons when she hears the rhythmic hoofbeats, and Aditi adjusts her course to move in the direction of the noise. She is not usually the welcoming wagon, she has made a career of avoiding the task, but she has yet to meet anyone other than Rodrik, and the mare is quite curious who called himself the King of this wasteland.
Pangea is silent, save for their hooves against the cracked earth. Aditi makes no attempt to quiet her gait as she moves into the main valley and closer to the stallion, who she can now see moving near the riverbed. His massive black frame is almost elegant for its size, though the Nez Perce mare could easily register that she'd not like to be on the receiving end of his wrath. This did not deter her curiosity, of course.
"Hello," she offers him no smile or nod of her head, but her tone is not rude, "you're not Pollock." Aditi's statement is more of an observation than an accusation, but she doesn't leave much time for the black stallion to comment before she questions, "What are you doing here?" There was not much to Pangea that was necessarily enticing to outsiders, but the dappled mare supposes that he could turn the inquiry around on her, if he felt the need.
There's a short silence before she finally introduces herself, remembering that it's the polite thing to do. "I am Aditi."