While they wait idly in the swaying grasses the mare is happy to let peaceful silence fill the spaces in between. Her ears flick once and awhile when something rustles in the distance, bringing her head up from picking at the newborn tips of the wheaty vegetation. Seedpods that have not head formed calloused seeds in their pods are quite delectable, and here in such an environment as Tephra, they’re extra juicy and even sweeter.
The chemistry between Hyalines travelling diplomats isn’t cold, but to an observant being it’s probably obvious they are not very familiar with each other. Kota feels herself naturally taking the lead, stepping forward when she spots the sweat-slick buckskin coming their way. She looks back over her shoulder to see if Baltas has become alert as well, then turning back to the approaching stallion with a cordial smile. She doesn’t completely straighten, but adjusts her relaxed posture into a slightly more rigid one, propping both ears politely forward.
“Hello,” She nods and tips an ear back to Baltas wherever he may be standing (behind or beside, but she doesn’t look to him). “I’m Kota, this is Baltas,” She speaks sweetly through a smile that is just enough to be non-threatening but not quite jolly. “We’ve travelled from Hyaline.” She breathes calmly between statements, her pale eyes alternating which one of his eyes she looks into; reading. “Just a check in, a friendly visit – how have things been here in Tephra as of late?” She takes a quiet deep breath, “We’re aware of some…shifting going on…and we’re hoping it doesn’t mean your weapons may be aimed our way.” She stops there, she’s not exactly sure who she is really addressing rank wise so she leaves the divulging for a later moment.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
@[Baltas] @[magnus]
sorry i made you wait -_-
