11-14-2018, 07:30 PM
Her ears flick toward the sound of sand shifting under sudden weight, and Jhene's mottled nostrils flare widely as she attempts to catch the stranger's scent. It is not Ivar, she knows; he is bound to the earth. It is not someone she knows at all, though she turns her head to the side to peer at him with a left eye that is thick with cataracts (though not so milky as the right).
The stranger is a stallion and rather quick to introduce himself, which brings a smile to the palomino's mouth.
"Hello Kwartz," she says, her voice soft and suspicious. There is nothing for her to fear here, after all. Ivar had promised her. "My name is Jhene." He had also told her that there were no other stallions on this island but Lochwood, and yet there is Kwartz not ten feet away - clearly no figment of her overactive imagination.
"What are you doing here in Ischia?" She asks, shaking a bit of sand from her golden wings. "You don't live here, do you? You're visiting?"
@[Kwartz] she is a nice girl okay :|
The stranger is a stallion and rather quick to introduce himself, which brings a smile to the palomino's mouth.
"Hello Kwartz," she says, her voice soft and suspicious. There is nothing for her to fear here, after all. Ivar had promised her. "My name is Jhene." He had also told her that there were no other stallions on this island but Lochwood, and yet there is Kwartz not ten feet away - clearly no figment of her overactive imagination.
"What are you doing here in Ischia?" She asks, shaking a bit of sand from her golden wings. "You don't live here, do you? You're visiting?"
@[Kwartz] she is a nice girl okay :|