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Beautiful creature steps away to give Nayati the space she so craves. Distance means she cannot be harmed, and has a better chance of running away. She seems so easily pleased, or perhaps just wants Nayati to know she brings no harm, as a fluorescent smile is brought upon her lips in an assuring manner. Nayati so far has met no cruel soul since tiny hoof set itself in the lands of Helovia, and this brings her a certain level of trust that isn't natural to her. Perhaps the dappled mare is just as kind as Romani was when Svetlana had left. 'Youngin' however is new to her ears, and she mouths it with a certain intelligent curiosity as she ponders the new word. Smiling shyly in thanks at the woman when she wishes her luck, taken by the simple act of kindness and hospitality.
Romani's entrance brings forth a look of recognition from the newcomer's features, and Nayati is struck by the fact she doesn't know her name yet. Then again she had not given hers either. Though her discrete withdrawal is noticed by Romani, something Nayati had never experienced. Nobody had ever cared enough if she disappeared anyways. Dark muzzle reaches for her, Romani's scent filling her mind and surrounding her with the same feelings of protection and adoration she'd felt when they'd first met. Her soft tone is welcome to the filly, as she is easily startled, and Nayati gives a tiny quaking smile when Romani praises her progress. Shuffling her hooves nervously when the palomino asked quietly if she would mind much if the older female would join her in her romping. "N-No...Roma can play..." same soft stutter as she always spoke in, but kind and welcoming nonetheless. Nayati was secretly confident that Romani understood her ways and did not judge her for them.
Nayati couldn't help but sidle silently closer as the mares conversed, hiding as close to Romani as she could. Tucked against her belly and behind her foreleg, inspecting the ground. More than one person at a time around her is a little frightening and makes her anxious to please. But curiosity refuses to leave her, and she simply has to know who this knew mare is. "W-Who're you? I Nayati..." Terrified that she'd spoken up at the wrong time, or worse would be punished for her insolence for inquiring the name of someone better than her. Pressing tiny spotted head to Romani's leg, wishing she could hide between her legs but unsure if it's allowed.
[[No worries ^__^ I'm on busy myself, it always gets hectic around hols. Take your time!]]
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