11-15-2017, 06:50 PM
"Bragi." The mare repeats the name as she stares ahead across the pristine white in front of them. Her legs are cold and the snowflakes begin to gather to shape her edges in frost. He was a different kind of horse than the most she has expereinced in beqanna. There is a warmth to his soul and a smile on his lips even now in such miserable conditions.
The dark haired mare slides an eye over the paler man. She realizes that he is not threatening her body and so she obliges his question with an answer. "Elk." Simple, small, easy enough to remember. She tips a dark lipped muzzle towards him, not upset to feel the warmth of his skin bump her occaasionally as she heads towards the tree line. "No place to be tonight either?" It was a feeble attempt to continue the conversation but one nonetheless.
The dark haired mare slides an eye over the paler man. She realizes that he is not threatening her body and so she obliges his question with an answer. "Elk." Simple, small, easy enough to remember. She tips a dark lipped muzzle towards him, not upset to feel the warmth of his skin bump her occaasionally as she heads towards the tree line. "No place to be tonight either?" It was a feeble attempt to continue the conversation but one nonetheless.