And so the boy's call was answered.
The sound of hooves were soft, quiet, as if they were trying to be mere white noise. Oras turned his head slightly, eyes flittering to the horse. The first thing he noticed about her was that she wasn't Aryel. So he allowed his eyes to roam the mare's body. She was horned, like himself. It relaxed him momentarily.
The stranger was blanketed in markings resembling lightning, like his own, except hers were white. White stripes tumbled from her mane and tail as well, just like his. They were two of a kind.
It was easy for the stallion to see the beauty of the mare beneath her skinny, bloodied appearance. He had been like that once. His own coat was now muddled with scars from his short past. He prayed her condition was not brought forth by her mother, like his was. He wouldn't wish the destruction of a mother's love on his worse enemy.
"Hey, handsome. I'm Delinne, may I ask who you are?" The mare grinned, coming to stand in front of him as her eyes scavenged his body. Immediately the stallion was conflicted. She...she just called him handsome...Was that flirting?
Oras' lips parted a bit, brow rising slightly. What was a boy to do? Act natural, yes. Do what she does. Standing here and staring wasn't acting so natural, though. He blinked, once, twice, before attempting to do his best to roll with whatever the mare was playing on.
"Oras" The boy smirked, stepping towards Delinne as he held his head a little lower to get a better look at her features.
"May I ask where you're from, minun kaunis?" Oras said, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. He called her beautiful. It was true, she had killer looks, but he wasn't so sure she was deserving of the title. She had the looks, yet personality could make or break whatever splendor of beauty there was.

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minun kaunis; my beautiful in Finnish
so Oras took a trip to Finland...
@[Delinne] forgot to tag you for a minute there >.<

The mare, Delinne, stepped back for a moment, obviously startled by his advance. Then they were even on that ground, they had given each other quite a surprise. She caught herself, though, moving back to their original position with Oras lowering his head to see the unfamiliar mare a bit better. She seemed pretty dainty, although older than himself judging by the scar upon her pelt. He was young, so it was easy to doubt that she was any younger than himself.
Once again, her eyes wandered his pelt. It was strange. He felt like he was being judged in a way, sized up for what was to come. The boy had had the unfortunate luck of not meeting a whole lot of horses in his lifetime. He had never been judged in his recent memory, which was a slight plus, but he had little to no actual social skills. It wasn't pathetic or anything, he usually figured out how to act eventually, but it was still awkward to be around such experienced horses when he didn't know how to act around them.
"Well, I originate from the Forgotten Valley in Dixtrod - but here, I'm from the Hidden Falls. And I would love to bring you home."
Home? A home for him then? Live with this strange mare in her herd, her land. What was the Hidden Falls anyways? It seemed that a lot more had changed since he was last in Helovia, for there was no Hidden Falls the last time he checked. Perhaps she was lying...
Even if she was, he could take whatever was thrown at him. He had lived on his own since he was a foal, he was more than capable of taking down a few loathsome horses. And if she wasn't dwelling in falsehood, then he'd have a new home. So why not go?
"Lead the way," Oras smiled, shivering slightly at the mare's touch. It was gentle, her lips soft. How perplexing. He had never been touched so gently before by another horse.

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@[Delinne]