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She got asked if she was new here. Damn, is it that obvious? she wondered. Now that she thought about it, it probably was. Horses didn’t join herds because they wanted to eat by themselves. "Spot on. You must be a psychic. Hey, could you consult the stars for me and see if it's gonna cool down tomorrow, or you know, any time in the next couple hundred years," Ingrid kidded, her eyes flicking towards the sky. "Honestly, I'm tired of this sweat weather. I'm Ingrid, by the way."
Now that she was close enough, she took a good look at this horse, who was a mare, and around her height too. She had a dainty head, but the rest of her looked pretty average. She watched Akumi's long mane flow in the wind, bur her eyes quickly returned to the mare's face, well, her ears really. They were curved at the top, nearly touching. It was weird, but kinda cool. "So what 'cha wanna talk to me about? I sure hope you're not selling something," she paused, then added, "unless it's beer."
@Akumi
