09-03-2017, 11:12 PM
The dark mare is unsure why she finds herself in the meadow. Fiato had never really been one to wander outside of Hyaline, in fact... This venture was completely unlike the seal colored femme. Despite this, she is here. Snow dots her bodice precariously, the cool touch of it giving her shivers. She wanders onward, auburn eyes set on no point in particular until he comes into view.
The stag is massive, a large expanse of rolling muscle and leather stretched wings. She has never seen anything like him. Not even the dragon king of her emerald home could compare. The stallion was so easily seen against the alabaster landscape, then again... So was she.
She moves forward on limber legs, movements turned with a quiet grace. The femme is unsure why she wishes so deeply to speak with this stranger, but none the less she wishes too. She comes to a slow dragging stop mere meters away from the man. Her eyes searching his own.
It is she who speaks first. A quite,
"Hello, I am Fiato, and you are?"
Is offered before she falls silent again, awaiting the others reply.