The loneliness fades rather quickly as a stallion of silver and slate rushes inside of this pavilion type building, joining the flaxen babe. He gives her a simple bow of his cranium as he frantically spins around, a clear frown crossing his features. The girl cannot help but wonder if he upset because he is stuck with her. Does he prefer solitude? Dröm has met many who prefer to be with themselves and no one else. There is a tension in the air, but it is only somewhat explainable. To her, the stallion seems worried; on edge. Has he lost something valuable? When Dröm had lost her most valuable items, she had acted like that. She would scan the area for hours, but fate did not allow her to find her items. She assumes someone had stolen them. Of course, doesn't everyone have something that has been stolen or that they have stolen? It is not a rare occurrence to see stolen items being proudly worn. It must make horses feel accomplished. They have gotten away with theft, they must be master sleuths kind of deal.
He apologizes, saying that he was not aware that this building was inhabited at this moment in time. One of her ears twists backwards as she offers him a kind smile, her caramel eyes glued on him. "I rather enjoy company, so it is no bother." Her tones are soft, barely audible over the loud banging of raindrops against glass and metal. He speaks of a weasel-like animal-- a wolverine. The thought of the small animal sends slight chills down her back. They are small, but mighty, with the ability to kill prey many times larger than themselves. "Did it hurt you?" She looks over his legs and his body, unable to see any serious injuries. There are many scars along his body, the most notable being over a tree marking on his shoulder. There is also gold dusting on his back, and she wonders if he was born with all these markings. Why wasn't Dröm born with more markings? Her parents had plenty of markings.
A dragon flies in, but she is not worried. This stallion isn't worried so why should the flax girl be? He introduces himself as Lace, or Silverthorn, which is appropriate because he has a lot silver on his body. His companion, or soul-bonded, is Fajira. She is stark and divine. There are puffs of smoke billowing from her narrow nostrils, and she wonders what the scaled dragon has been doing. Did she take care of the wolverine? "It's a pleasure to meet you both." She smiles confidently, her gaze returning back to Lace's. "I am Dröm, a mare of the Hidden Falls."
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