09-30-2016, 03:59 PM
The black filly snorted when the mare first spoke, and didn't verbally respond. She stood up, though, her ears loosely back, but not pinned - yet anyways - as she looks at the new equine with anger. Her black coat did not draw any heat from the air, as the sky was clouded here; she didn't mind the gloomy clouds, but hated the chill it gave her when the sun lacked it's heated glow.
Come along if you wish.. Meets her ears, and she starts to shuffle forward behind the odd grullo filly. She seemed near mare-age but still filly-formed; Mentalio wondered absently what this mare's name and age is. She silently agreed with the filly-mare that the place is, indeed, wretched. "What's your name?" Mentalio asks tonelessly, her voice empty. The conversation was forced manners, not an act of kindness - the message was clear - she doesn't really care who you are, just whether you'll keep her out of that place.
Come along if you wish.. Meets her ears, and she starts to shuffle forward behind the odd grullo filly. She seemed near mare-age but still filly-formed; Mentalio wondered absently what this mare's name and age is. She silently agreed with the filly-mare that the place is, indeed, wretched. "What's your name?" Mentalio asks tonelessly, her voice empty. The conversation was forced manners, not an act of kindness - the message was clear - she doesn't really care who you are, just whether you'll keep her out of that place.