Oona
His voice reaches her not long after the sound of his hooves. Silently they shared that very sunset as Oona waits for the very last little sliver of Helios to sink into the ground before focusing on her new acquaintance. Single lobe flicking to an fro whilst one was given to him, catching the linguistics.
He is shorter than she but not by much. Her own dark eyes running in response over the stallion nearing her but his eyes are different...
They look as though they are seeing for the first time...
There is a wonderment in them that seemed to die out very early for most horses. She mentally makes a note of this.
Not much time passes after his greeting that Brynmor waits. He introduces himself and inquires of intentions in the field.
Of course the mare responds in turn to the courteous stag.
"I'm Oona. And it was a lovely sunset..."
The voice that drips from her lips is somber and spoken low. She thinks before she speaks therefore each syllable is enunciated and chosen like a delicate bouquet of flowers, beautiful and lasting only long enough to be appreciated by the listener. The mare cared not for repeating herself.
"...and yes, Brynmor. A home would be lovely." A little curl touches the edges of her lips.
The sky filled in around them with the dazzle of stars, sparkling and glinting in a cosmic embrace. The woman can not help but drink it in, distracted by the beauty of it all as her eyes wander away from the granite male for a brief moment.
There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'