Nataliya's mind instinctively shies away from the word servitude, but she relaxes when Breckin explains it. They certainly could have chosen a better word for it, she thinks, flicking her tail. Then she realizes she never told Breckin her name, and she's mortified. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you my name! I'm Nataliya." The mare can feel her face heat up, and she's infinitely grateful that her dark coat hides her blush.
"I'm glad we can be friends," Nataliya adds. "And Nerine sounds great. I'd like to live there - if that's okay?" Normally, she might have taken more time to consider her decision. But Nataliya has been thinking about moving there for a while now, and she likes Breckin. So she makes the decision without much more thinking.
@[Breckin]
"I'm glad we can be friends," Nataliya adds. "And Nerine sounds great. I'd like to live there - if that's okay?" Normally, she might have taken more time to consider her decision. But Nataliya has been thinking about moving there for a while now, and she likes Breckin. So she makes the decision without much more thinking.
@[Breckin]