Golden hues contrasted against the frosted topography, glinting from the low hanging sun. It’s rays offering some warmth. She took a moment to rest, enjoying the solitude, taking a break from work. With a hind leg bent, ears flopped to the side and eyes closed her mind wandered to the queen’s twins. They were growing so fast.
Above the roar of the falls a faint whiny pulled her from her trance. It didn’t sound urgent but the voice was unfamiliar and worth investigating. Unsure of it’s direction she heads towards the entrance, until smell confirms the location. The masculine scent she had noticed before, especially along the trail to the field. The other is unknown but she carries a little of the field with her, must be new.
Amber pools befall the lovebirds, they make a nice pair, both roans. However, the stallion makes her uneasy, his size doesn’t help. Still she approaches seemingly confident, after all that’s her job. Timing seems perfect as her auds pick up the femme’s question.
“Hello, welcome to the Falls. My name is Ashara.” She speaks with conviction. Honey-hued cranium dipping in respect before reaching out a nostril in greeting to the duo. Hiding her skepticism well.
It's gotta be a cloudy day