Anette was so lost within herself as walked through the snow, or more, dragged her short legs through it, she almost didn't hear the stallion approach her. She likely wouln't have at all if it wasn't for the haste he moved with, like there was something urgent he needed to reach quickly. She was intuiged as to why such a lanky looking stallion would be doing out in this cold.
She stopped when he apporached her, her confusioin fairly evident on his face. The few she had seen in the field were either rather miserable, or only passing through. She certainly asn't expecting a welcome party. She smiled and nods in response to his greeting, pausing a moment to think her words through before speaking herself. "Is it that obvious?" She said with a laugh, causing some of her thick mane to fall into her eyes. It was only when she shook her head to free up her vision that she looked at the one befpre her properly - and he looked like he'd been to hell and back. Anette, capable has she probably was, had never been in any kind of serious physical confrontation. She came to the assumption that the flaxen stallion infront of her must have been, at least at some point, some kind of a warrior.
She'd been staring so long, she forgot to introduce herself properly. "Sorry, ah, I'm Anette. Pleasure to meet you. I'm assuming your not so new here?" she joked, hoping her (usually, bad) humor would distract from her gawking.
anette
Aldri så god hest at han ikkje kan snuble