Meg was still working on her social skills. Before coming to the Throat, she’d been isolated for months and before that, her childhood hadn’t really been what you might call conventional. The young mare had met several here in her new desert home, and they had all been so incredibly warm and welcoming that she’d been quick to accept a place here. She was still getting used to the idea of having friends though, and not entirely sure how to deal with all her emotions. She’d been in the habit of fighting everyone and everything out of necessity but with no one attacking her, she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

The bay mare trekked though the sandy deserts, headed for the refreshing oasis, eager for the refreshment and rest it promised. The bright sun made the filly at the water’s edge visible from a good ways away. Meg hesitated, then moved forward at a brisk trot, wings folded comfortably at her sides. “Hello there,” she said, coming to a shuffling halt a few yards from where the filly stood. Eyes flicked over the young one in all her adolescent awkwardness. It didn’t seem so very long ago that Meg had been going through the same stage, though this little one didn’t look quite as harassed and she had been.

“I am Megaera, or just Meg I suppose…” She’d head several of her heardmates use informal makes with each other; If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Her feet shuffled a bit as she spoke, but then the was rarely still on the ground, so much more comfortable while she was flying. Her face however, had a smile that was friendly enough, though perhaps a little unsure Am I really supposed to just start talking to people? “Are you a resident of Dragon’s Throat as well?” After the words were out, the question seemed silly. The filly could hardly be old enough to be far from any of the adults responsible for her and even more, she shared a similar layer to her scent that Meg had picked with the other established members of the herd. Still, got to start talking somewhere, right?

Meg’s long ears pricked forward and a rather uncharacteristically concerned expression crossed her features as the filly gave a rattling cough. There seemed to something more than just getting water down the wrong pipe there, but the little one quickly recovered and the thought dropped out of the mare’s mind. She set her features in a friendly, if not entirely typical, smile as the filly spoke, gathering her spindly legs beneath her.

This little one simply exuded charm, almost bubbling over with childish exuberance, and Meg was quickly charmed. A chuckle escaped her at the child’s antics as she recounted her name and her place here in the Throat. “Well met, Zeno” she said, imitating the stress on the first letter. “We, none of us, get to choose our place of birth but I think you’ve been lucky. Certainly, mine was a much colder place, and the inhabitants far less friendly then those I have met in my short time here.”

There was a pause, and before Meg could think of what to do next the filly seemed to burst out her interjection. The earth-colored mare felt the shiver of electricity ripple through the air and stilled. Had that just come from this little filly? but the grey one continued in her bubble of a voice before Meg could think to much about the strange little disturbance. Play? The ‘games’ that her brother’s had played with her had never exactly been fun, and she was sure that Zeno couldn’t have meant anything of that sort. Play… She certainly wanted to; she was only just and adult herself and her true nature was a rather boisterous and jovial one, once she’d escaped from the shadow of her former herd. She’d grown up faster than she should have, but the dormant child was eager to come back if Meg could learn how to let it. “I…don’t really know how…” The mare admitted. She had a rough idea, but this land and its inhabitants were so very different from what she’d known that she was simply at a loss.

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Notes: Current damage notes indicate threads that take place after this one, Meg is in full health here :)