She watched him curiously he was defiantly a really odd stallion indeed. She could clearly see him glance at her sides, and she wondered if maybe he had similar scars. Her mismatched eyes roved over his heavily muddied sides intently trying to see past the filth, but it was no use. She sighed lightly and sifted her gaze back towards his own orbs. Tilting her head slightly in confusion at his laugh her eyes lighten up slightly. All she felt as his sturdy looking legs buckled under him was concern and fear. Lurching forwards wanting to help she stops herself halfway through the lunge. Parelia huffed as her awkward stance made her crash to the sticky mud covered swamp ground as well. Landing heavily she instinctively pulled her wings away from the mud; dirty wings would mean being grounded for sure.

After the shock of falling next to the pathetic stallion she started to laugh. She kept on laughing for a moment not really bothered by the mud anymore for some strange reason she was having fun rolling around in the mud like hogs. Her eyes were bright and filled with humor as she looked at Oxy. Her eyes followed his gaze towards the slowly clearing sky. “At least the rain is stopping, finally.” She spoke slightly cheery still a little on guard with the stallion before her. She tilted her head again slightly so the water running from her long cream and teal forelock would stream to the ground not into her eyes.

Her voice was soft and kind as she voiced her question, “Why would you chose to live in such a…” she paused running through the dictionary in her brain, “dreary place?” If she lived in such a sad dull place she too would have let herself waste away to skin and bones. ‘What do I want to know?’ She thought interested in her own thought, her brain seemed to be winging it, and she didn’t appreciate it all that much. Parelia lets his stony voice just roll off, for all she knew that was his normal tone of voice. As he reaches back to the pouch on his shoulder her own neck stretching forward to see what he was doing. Instinct seemed to kick in as unease flooded her body making her feel slightly sick as the smell swam towards her on the damp air. Her voice was calm and flat is it wafted towards him, “Oxy, what does that terrible smelling plant do?” Something in her brain said it was no good, but she gave him the benefit of doubt. ‘Maybe he really is sick and that is a healing herb.’ Even though she knew that wasn’t what it really was.

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OOC: Is this hard to read? @[Oxy]