Abra
Her brother had informed her to be aware of any intruders on Sylvan turf. “Ischia is an enemy, so watch their alliance Nerine carefully, little sister. God knows theyll be keen on spying.” So that is exactly what she did...she watched out for her home and her people. Abra hasn’t traveled to enough places to know the scents as well as Morty did. But she does have an idea - Ischia smells like clean island air, Tephra smells like sulfur, and Nerine smells like salty sea brine. And when she smells the trespasser, her ears pin back and she trots forward to investigate.
A small bay mare stares at the copper canopy around them. Abra’s two-toned eyes glare at her from behind.
“What brings to the forest today, cliff dweller?” She growls, ebony satellites still glued firmly to the top of her head.
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
@[Wishbone]