A sudden sound awoken her from watching the doe's movements. She slowly turned her head to look around her, taking in her surroundings she heard a noise again. It sounded like a voice. A mare. Flicking her ears to a comfortable and better place she could hear the soft place of hooves in undergrowth when she caught a scent. It had been whirling through the air waiting for her to take it in. Sighing she noticed it had gotten darker and she would not be able to see who was near.

Her deep, piercing green eyes glowed in the last lights that she had seen. Before darkness overcame her. She sat there in silence. Reflecting over herself and what she had done today. Helping the deer, wandering to this... forest. She had concluded with saying aloud "Today was a different day" her voice echoing softly through the now dark trees and over the large canopies to where the large full ghost-white moon stayed, high in the sky, protecting the night. Cypress let her mind drift off to the memories of her mother telling her the story of how the moon guarded the night. Its light casting over forests and fields so it wouldn't be completely dark, and so it could watch over the mischievous night. Her thoughts ran wild to things she knew thought were true. Different things. Wild colors, different berries, new people to meet.

Thinking of new people Cypress remembered the hoofsteps she had heard. She could not just be imagining it. The thought of it made her shiver. Or was that the presence of another behind her? "Hello?" a voice turned up. The waves of curiosity struggled through the air to Cypress letting her know of the mare. Turning her head slowly Cypress saw a tall but not too tall beautiful grey dappled mare, she was not too far away and didn't seem to know she was there. Since her pelt was so dark among the trees someone could pass right by her if she was still enough.

The mare's mane and tail were black-grey and her tail had streaks of red. Her forelock was split between her dappled face. Then a black muzzle. Even though she was an equine she was sure pretty, and Cypress loved the way her looks seemed so familiar... to an animal... of some sort. It was on the tip of her tongue she just couldn't remember.

The grey parrot.

She thought her eyes glowing with a slight hint of triumph.
"Hi" she said out of the darkness shifting herself so the mare could see where she was and wouldn't trip over her. "I- I am Cypress" her voice came again. Blinking once at the mare she thought of what her name would be, and if it would match her looks.