Something of the other's insecurities makes thair way across the bitter wind between them, although Will does not recognize it for what it is. She only knows there is some hesitation, something being held back.
Like there always is.
She doesn't feel the need to put a name on it. She is content to watch the other mare from below her dark forelock as the damp tangle of it whips across her face. It scratches some itch, the dance of meeting a stranger. It makes her forget about the world outside of their interaction. Casimira doesn't seem inclined to hurry away, despite the thin veil of tension that surrounds her. No, she offers a name and a question, enough to convince Will she isn't pushing in where she isn't wanted.
"None to speak of," she shrugs, "at least not in my time." The world had been rearranged once during the years she had lived on it, and she had never really been one for history. If she learned that Tephra had once been a tundra in an age past she wouldn't have been surprised. The leopard-skin mare was young in the scheme of things, even if she had lived twice and died once.
"I'm Warlight, or Will, from Tephra." she watches for any subtle responses the name of her home may cause. Tephra had been quiet during her few years there, but she had learned that had not always been the case.
The wind changes suddenly, needling below her coat and causing a shiver to ripple the skin across her shoulders. But she doesn't show any hint of discomfort. Instead she carries on, as if they chatted by the western ocean under the shade of the swaying palms. "And this," she gives a glance across the grey expanse of the meadow, "this is your home?"
— soul as sweet as blood red jam —
@[Casimira]