Lamb tell me a story..
The body language of the stallion before her seemed to hide something just beyond where she could understand what he might have been telling her with subtle hints. But, that was always the fun of getting to know someone and understanding what made them in a sense them. She only hoped that she was just as good at those hidden little hints as he was. Though, he probably had more practice than she.
He had started to say something when another joined them. She watched Ivar as he greeted the other mare that joined them. The touch shared between them made the spotted mare lean her head to the side some in a wondering manner. How interesting. She thought to herself seemingly the meaning of such a thing was lost in some remote part of her mind. Kindred was finding that she liked to watch others how wondrous this place would be, and she was a part of it.
He looked back her way and she met his eyes once more as he introduced the mare.
“ Hello Ichor. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He mentioned his pomegranates and Kindred nodded, “ Indeed I would like to know about them. And, whatever else might bloom in a place such as Loess has to offer.” She looked to Ichor, “ And maybe the name of the flower that makes you forget it’s scent every time you smell it.”
She did not step close to them though this was not an act of jealousy but, rather a way of respecting the relationship that the two of them shared. The speckled mare looked around a moment before her eyes settled on them again.
Kindred
