12-25-2017, 04:33 PM
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She was uncomfortable, but that didn't matter.
Blackbird had joined the herd only days ago, and was already at a gathering. She stood slightly from the rest of the group, not yet used to being surrounded by other horses. Her previous horses had all been small and few, more rogue bands than true herds. The black mare, to be quite honest, felt very overwhelmed. There were so many sights, and so many sounds, and so much noise! For someone who had grown up near enough alone, it was hard to get used to.
She could see the leader of the herd at the head of the gathering, speaking to another... was that a mare? From this distance, she couldn't quite tell. She seemed to be wrapping up their conversation, and the scaled mare turned to face the gathering of Nerine horses.
The Arabian mare's sharp ears pricked up as the mare began to address them, easily hearing her voice despite the distance between them. An army? She'd thought that Nerine was a peaceful herd. But then again, every herd needed to be able to protect themselves. The small black mare listened to the rest of the leader's speech, musing to herself. When Isobell addressed the crowd, she took a deep breath, barrel trembling, and replied "I am." in her soft voice. She wasn't large, or strong, but she made up for it with her speed and agility.
237@[Isobell]