✣✣SHAYA✣✣
Just as the question left her lips, Shaya caught the scent of a second mare carried by the icy breeze. The honey colored horse approached the pair, introducing herself as Ashara and giving a nod in respect. Although she was a bit taken aback by the presence of another horse, she was never one to be shy. "Hello Ahara. It's lovely to meet you. My name is Shaya." The younger mare mimicked Ashara's bow of respect, going a bit lower to indicate respect to the beautiful mare. She lightly reached out and touched her own nose to the golden mare's; light to dark.
She was sure that the stallion's whinny had summoned the other mare, but Shaya didn't mind. She welcomed the new company and was eager to learn more about this new land she was in. She had seen marring the snow an array of hoof prints, all of different sizes and shapes and she had wondered when she would meet some of their owners. "This place...it's magical. Do you live here too?" She spoke to Ashara this time, wondering if perhaps a friendship could grow between them.
