Slightly startled to be greeted by the stallions, the young mare tried to cover up her obvious perturbation. It was hard for Loka to comfortingly ease into a conversation, but the field was a golden safe place and she had to learn to make friends. Besides, the two stallions seemed welcoming, and she pushed away her fears of aggressive brutes and opened her mind.
The horse who called himself Brynmor drew Loka's attention, because she just noticed his parculiar eyes. Something was off, although she didn't stare, as it was none of her business. The other, who had the name Phaedres, had wings, and that itself gave Loka the sense of wonder. She had never before had the pleasure of meeting a winged horse.
"It's nice to meet you both," Loka says softly, and continues lively, "I'm Loka." She then pauses to think of how she can answer Brynmor's question honestly, as she feels unsure of what she wants. Loka responded, "Yes, I was hoping to find a herd to join."
The horse who called himself Brynmor drew Loka's attention, because she just noticed his parculiar eyes. Something was off, although she didn't stare, as it was none of her business. The other, who had the name Phaedres, had wings, and that itself gave Loka the sense of wonder. She had never before had the pleasure of meeting a winged horse.
"It's nice to meet you both," Loka says softly, and continues lively, "I'm Loka." She then pauses to think of how she can answer Brynmor's question honestly, as she feels unsure of what she wants. Loka responded, "Yes, I was hoping to find a herd to join."