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| Listening to all the joyous sounds that lit up the forest the pale girl sighed softly humming along with the musical tunes. This had to be one of her favourite seasons of the year with all the activity and new life, everywhere around her lay proof to that whether it be the peeps of the baby birds or the fuzzy squirrels poking their heads out of their nests. Already there had been many new faces showing up and it was the least she could do to perhaps help someone out here or there. Shaking the dust from her mane she couldn't help but notice that her white coat had begun to shed its winter layer to reveal a much lighter one beneath it. She would have to try and remember to pay a little more attention to her weight for the faint outline of her ribs could be seen once again. This was one thing that she hadn't had to worry about last year for the weight she had put on from her pregnancy had more than filled her out. Unexpected twins would do that to one though she mused a little sadden by the thought of it being almost two years now since her sons birth. Mist clouded her eyes momentarily before she hastily pushed the memories away. Dwelling on such memories would not be any help to her for it would only draw her back into the darkness. It wasn't long before movement caught her eye drawing her to a cautious halt craning her neck forward to try and get a view of who lurked up ahead. Meeting new people had never really been her favourite thing to do but she was learning to deal with it in order to help the herd grow. Long black feathers decorated the wings of the stranger as well as a pitch black pelt to pull it all together. Actually it was a little amusing to come across a mare such as this considering she was the exact opposite with the exception of not bearing any wings. Nickering in greeting when she finally drew up the courage she slowly tread closer wondering idly whether or not this girl might enjoy a home such as theirs. Well only one way to find out. "Hello." she stated kindly tilting her ears forward as she slowed to stop a few meters from the blackened mare, her blues searching for any clues to indicate where the mare might have come from. "I'm Brisa. Who might you be?" Yes it was a rather lame way to start a conversation but it still worked as far as she was concerned. "If you need a place to rest I can help with that, but only if you want to that is. " Great, she was already starting to babble nonsense no wonder she was horrible at greeting newcomers. Why was it she could think of everything that needed to be said perfectly in her head but all her words seemed to get lost in translation making her sound like an idiot sometimes. Perhaps she should have just stayed home today after all... Brisa talks •• TAGS: Imonada •• NOTES: Hope you don't mind her awkwardness haha •• |
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