The white filly remains on the ground, so Barley joins her without much consideration. She folds her feet beneath her and flops onto the sand. It's nice here in the shade, with the crash of the waves behind them, and Barley understands why this other girl had chosen here to lounge. The pegasus seems doubtful about her answer, which brings a thoughtful expression to Barley’s golden face.
“Well I guess if you don’t feel sick you’re probably not sick. Do you have the sneezes? Or the itchies?” She sounds like a real healer, Barley thinks, maybe that’s what she can be when she grows up! “Have your leaves always been orange?”
Always ask question, she thinks, always make sure that you know everything. Her attention flits quickly, resting for a moment on the other’s wings, then the markings along her face and legs. She does seem to match, Barley thinks, a shade of yellow that is not so far from Barley’s own golden coat. The overo filly twitches her tail, and after a moment glances over her shoulder. She is quite sure that she smells something delicious, and her stomach rumbles hungrily. The swim had taken quite a lot out of her, it seems.
“Is there food here?” Barley inquires, the soft pink of her nose lifting in an effort to follow the smell. “I’m super hungry.”
“Oh before I forget! Did you hatch out of an egg?” She asks, as politely as she can given her enthusiasm. Barley’s sibling had told her that Tephran horses hatch out of eggs, and she is eager to confirm this with the very first Tephran she’s ever met. “I’m Barley, by the way!”
@[Lyali]
