11-20-2017, 11:34 AM
They now numbered four. For winged creatures of air, which was better than Sabra had hoped she'd find, especially her first day here. She is glad to see the red roan mare stride in with confidence, and even she stands just taller than Sabra herself. The cream and white lady dips her head in greeting. "Yes, I think so, sister. But stay a while. You may be interested in what I have to say." Sabra replied, smiling warmly at the roan.
She paused as Brennan moved closer, and made his position known to the lavender stallion. She appreciated his gallantry, but hopes it is not necessary. They were fine creatures, each of them, and bickering did not become them.
The still unnamed stallion answered Brennen, but his words are directed at her. She shakes silken stands of forelock from her clear blue eyes before responding, tilting her head a little to look up at him. A short bark of a laugh escapes her at his continued impropriety. Now there was a stud who knew what he wanted.
"I suppose that depends quite a bit on how much I like your answer." She finally voices, a soft lilt giving music to her tone. She held his grey eyes with her blue ones a moment, calculating. This was a game, it was all a game.
She turned to address the group as a whole, but a sudden stroke of concern from the lavender gave her pause, as he twisted around to see her more fully. Looking her over, not in appraisal this time, but in worry, she thinks his question to her well being is a true one. Shaking out her wings again, yes, almost better, she nods unconcerned. "Of course. Nothing keeps me from the sky for long." She answered simply. "And my name," she began, addressing all three horses now "is Sabra. Now. Where does a winged girl usually call home around here? You can't possibly all be living here, there's no view!" She looked around at the surrounding trees in mild disdain. It was damn near claustrophobic. While it might suit common land dwellers just fine, she demanded space and beauty and free, open air with her home.
@[Brennen] @[Klaudius] @[Delia]
OOC: typed on my phone, I apologize for possible spelling and grammar errors.
She paused as Brennan moved closer, and made his position known to the lavender stallion. She appreciated his gallantry, but hopes it is not necessary. They were fine creatures, each of them, and bickering did not become them.
The still unnamed stallion answered Brennen, but his words are directed at her. She shakes silken stands of forelock from her clear blue eyes before responding, tilting her head a little to look up at him. A short bark of a laugh escapes her at his continued impropriety. Now there was a stud who knew what he wanted.
"I suppose that depends quite a bit on how much I like your answer." She finally voices, a soft lilt giving music to her tone. She held his grey eyes with her blue ones a moment, calculating. This was a game, it was all a game.
She turned to address the group as a whole, but a sudden stroke of concern from the lavender gave her pause, as he twisted around to see her more fully. Looking her over, not in appraisal this time, but in worry, she thinks his question to her well being is a true one. Shaking out her wings again, yes, almost better, she nods unconcerned. "Of course. Nothing keeps me from the sky for long." She answered simply. "And my name," she began, addressing all three horses now "is Sabra. Now. Where does a winged girl usually call home around here? You can't possibly all be living here, there's no view!" She looked around at the surrounding trees in mild disdain. It was damn near claustrophobic. While it might suit common land dwellers just fine, she demanded space and beauty and free, open air with her home.
@[Brennen] @[Klaudius] @[Delia]
OOC: typed on my phone, I apologize for possible spelling and grammar errors.