Dröm ♞

The stallion that waltzed into the grove had not noticed the girl right away, but she noticed him. One short ear tips backwards as the stallion situates himself, allowing her to get a good view of him. She smirks slightly, holding back a chortle. Wondering if he has noticed her yet, and somehow finding this oddly comical, she cocks her head slightly. Her forelock slides off of her ivory bridge and covers a caramel eye, the other still quite visible. His words ring in her ears. Did he wait so long because he thought she was in slumber? Ha! This rabbit is quite the opposite. Her usually doe-eyed, sweet, expression is lively, pulsing with energy. Though her body is tired, she is not. In fact, the girl is eager to meet this knew horse. Could she gain yet another friend?

"God kväll," she whispers softly, not wanting to scream, not wanting to even speak in a normal voice. A whisper, it was all that was needed for him to hear the words that simply meant good evening. She knew he would probably not understand her words, but decided he would hear what he wanted and that would be that. She reached her muzzle out towards him in a friendly greeting. This seemed to be something many Helovians did, so she wanted to do it too. She wanted to fit in, be like these horses. Did this stranger feel the same? Are they all on a mission to fit in?

He offers the rabbit a seductive smile as he begins speaking. He says a few things, but the main part that sticks out of his words are "lovely young lady such as yourself,” and she offers an equally beautiful smile in return, truly flattered by his words. However, his flirts do not have as much as an effect on her as they would've about a month ago. She has already learnt from a grullo stallion that flirting leads to fighting. She had somewhat fallen for his golden words, but that stallion had been quick to become angry with Drom. Now, she is not as easy.

A new stallion is quick to join them, and as the rabbits head straightens out, she decides it might be a good time to introduce herself. "Indeed we are. I am Dröm, a mare of the Falls." She announces to the both of them, content to leave out the part that she is the Storyteller. Her rank should not change their opinion on her, correct? She wonders where these stallions are from, but when she sucks in air to decipher where they come from, she can only smell the stench of something vulgar. This smell hadn't been here before, only when this second stallion showed up. To smell that bad you must be from the pits of hell. Well, maybe it's the canteen he has. She had noticed him drink out of it earlier. Was it truly the horrifying poison she imagined it to be?

Ooc: i was trying to describe the grove, not a cave ;3; mah bad <3
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