Sorea

[Sorea]

It's by his scent being carried through the air that Sorea knows the stallion Pheadrus has come, and to the place she now considers home. Knowing it better to face him than flee, she follows the scent slowly and gravely, until she can see his form in the distance. Jedi had been absent for some time, and so it appeared she would be handling this matter alone.

He probably doesn't really believe I belong here... she thought to herself about the painted stallion. My heart yearns to stay here, but what can I do now that Pheadrus has come? I suppose I'll find out...

When the mare is near enough to the stallion, she's surprised by how much her memory seems to have forgotten his mythic appearance. Black coat, wings, heavy body set... he had suddenly become quite formidable. His words however, which she reads from his lips, are gentle and apologetic.

"Do not worry," Sorea replied without offense. "But it has been quite sometime since I met you in the field... and, well... I've grown quite close to the horses of the Falls. I... I wish to stay."

The mare held nothing personal against the stallion, and she hoped he would see it that way. Her eyes remained hopeful on him as she waited for an answer.