It is not often she stirs herself to make her way to the field. Not when a quick peek is all she needs to determine what it is that awaits her there. So often there is nothing of great interest, no one she cares to acquaint herself with.
There are always new faces here, but today there is one that draws her attention. One that holds a certain amount of familiarity. It is an old face, and interesting one. A face, and a mind, that could offer her a great deal.
In no time at all the slender blue and white mare is making her way through through forest and grass, an unerring path along a familiar road. She is not a striking creature. With her narrow frame and unexceptional dark roan and snow laced coloring, there is nothing truly stunning about her at first glance. No, one does not become arrested until one looks deeper, until one gazes into the crystalline blue of her gaze and discovers the depths that lie there. The hidden power in an unassuming form.
She does not shout out what she is. But then, she has always found it is better to be underestimated. And she knows, perhaps more than most, not to underestimate the spotted bay with the dark wings either. It’s why she had chosen to approach her, of all the creatures currently loitering in the field.
She steps near, pale blue gaze intense as it scans the surrounding landscape before landing upon her new companion. “You are a long way from home,” she finally says by way of greeting before settling in as though she belongs.
