She froze, sensing someone was watching her thrash about. staying perfectly still she waited decided to bolt or to stick it out. if it were mother there would have been yelling, or...something unpleasant. But the unknown didn't last long when a curious voice swept up, asked what she was doing. The little bay filly's body whipped around to face the questioner. eyes hard and cold, Karaugh didn't much care to answer to anyone. "I'm playing War, duh." He stopped and stared at the filly plainly, blinking on occasion as if to say " what about it?"
The onlooker was normal enough... nothing too outstanding, but she noticed many here look normal then do some weird thing out of nowhere. Karaugh tilted her head at the filly, "So you normal... or you got one of those power, ability- thingys" the young bay doesn't introduce herself, she is crass and indifferent at the moment. but she may remember herself later. The little filly stood, in a weird conversation-staredown as she waited for the girl to speak. Karaugh didn't mean to be rude, but she was definitely not a conversationalist. She switched her tale, wanting to get on with the playing or doing-of-something, she was on a freedom adventure after escaping mother, but she would listen for an answer.
Once the filly had said her answer, Karaugh simple turned away, tossing her head in a "let's go" manner. Her little hooves moved off, slowly building to the fasted she dare run through the cove. Assuming the other filly had come she didn't bother looking back, "Let's go! I'm going to the statue! Oh I'm Karaugh, like KarAH, not KarOH. The bay filly hated when people mispronounced her name. She was very particular. Finally, the girl glanced behind to see if the other filly had followed if not she would play war at the rusty statue by herself. In the end, Karaugh didn't really care if she were alone or not, it was more about the adventure anyway.
Karaugh
short...meh, sorry