01-27-2019, 10:25 PM
Sabrina
He was an interesting colt, almost like he spoke every thought that passed through his mind. Or maybe he just didn't filter his words from his thoughts. The hound shifts from her canine form back to her equine, her pelt shifting colors slightly. The now blood bay with red points stands before the ebony colt, her yellow eyes gazing into his.
He notes that he may know which home she was talking about and she only responds by cocking her eye. She surely hopes so, unless he was trespassing in Sylva territory, then again the scent shouldn't be so thick, he has been living there for a while. Laugh! she yells at herself in her head, forcing a laugh from her maw....this is how normal foals interact...right?
Alas, he introduces herself, mother always told her to wait to receive a name before giving her own away. Cast he says, and she nods her head in acknowledgement, Of course he asks for her name, it was customary to do so. My name is Sabrina she says, her gaze remaining on him. How did he not know who she was? Perhaps he was just too young to be involved in the royal hierarchy.
How long have you lived in Sylva? He was older than her, and she was still a fresh foal, just barely six months old. How did you find Sylva? She was curious at this point, wanting to gather as much information about this Sylvan that she had never met before.
Not Afraid To Bite
@[Castaneis]