"Now surely that's untrue," a kind voice responds strongly to the stallion. It comes from a rather large and hefty mare that has been watching him from some of the ledges above. A smile graces her maw, crinkling the green markings around her eyes, as she begins to stride down the rockway towards the stranger.
That he is an intruder she does not know, or much care about, her response would be the same. Willow accepts easily the strange and the cast aside for she is often met with hostility and solitude. As bizarre a creature as she is to these outsiders, they do not understand or often take the time to learn of her and know her. They judge her at first glance and it is often a harsh ruling. She would not be so hasty to return such an unkindness. So long as he remains civil, he will be met with such manners in return.
As she moves the great tree on her backside leans and wavers. Its leafy tendrils shake and seem to whisper, but they nothing but mindless chatter if anything at all. This waterfall network has become a quick favorite of hers since finding it, however it can prove taxing to navigate being what she is.
"None of us are ever truly alone anyway," she continues to speak, softer now as she has neared and does not need to be heard over the roar of the waterfall. She comes finally to rest on the opposite side of the misting falls, hooves secure on a ledge of stone and moss.
"There is always the wind, the rain, our shadows, our dreams - life keeps us company." Her features are gentle, veridian eyes watching him with a happy shine. She is delighted to find someone here, she is dying to know so much about these lands. Although she wouldn't call him the cheerful type, perhaps making him less prone to speaking of the culture here, she is drawn to his personality. Beneath this curious, excited and gentle mare runs a river of discourse, flooded with sorrow and despair. At home she had never fit properly into the designed ranks of her kind and the political turmoil left her wrenched with dissatisfaction. This immediately ostracized her from the rest of the forest, so many of whom were content to browse on the sunshine and water the elders spit out at them.
Such things she did not dwell on. Now she is here, in Helovia, where new opportunities and knowledge run rampant and strangers walk into your waterfalls talking about complex emotions and crippling loneliness. What has she to be sad about now?
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