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It was the sound of mud sucking on his broad hooves that alerted the mare to his presence.
Momentarily spooked at the sounds of a large creature following her, the grulla spun on her heels and lashed out with a charcoal-colored hoof, her ears flicking forwards and back with anxiety. Her reaction to the noise surprised herself -- if she could spook so easily at the sound of her own voice, then wouldn't she be more prone to flee rather than to stand her ground? Perhaps it was a mare's intuition, or gut instinct, or her heart telling her this was no foe. No matter what it was, the young equine could not place it.
Relaxing her posture to something more presentable, the mare shifted her ears forwards to indicate she too was trying to appear friendly. So far, it seemed, the stallion had no intention to harm her in any way, but she still remained weary. A stranger could do one much damage, and this mare was going to play it safe.
"Simplicity? I hardly find this simplistic at all. Where I come from, all we have are the plains, and the mountains in the distance." Her voice was desperately trying to sound bold, but notes of uncertainty could be easily heard.
The stallion's size was a little daunting, but the smaller mare knew there was something gentler about him. Almost like he was a pastor, and she was a sinner.
After a weary pause, the mare cast her golden gaze to the feathers lining the stud's back. She had paid little attention to them earlier, when he had fanned them towards her in a gesture of welcome -- or so she figured, for she had never met another horse quite like this -- and now her amber eyes widened in shock.
So the stories are true... Does that mean... No! Helovia is real?
The mare's delight spread throughout her body faster than the breezes did on the moors of her homeland, lightning up her eyes and warming her from nose to tail-tip. She could no longer feel the mud that was caked onto her coronets, nor could she feel how sodden her hooves were becoming, or the winter coat she still wore. It was pure ecstasy, knowing that one's fairy tales rung true in other parts of the world, and the grulla suddenly felt like a young filly again.
Forgetting all about the strange wings that the stranger adorned, the mare introduced herself.
"Please forgive that horrid introduction; my name is Sulwyn. And what is yours?"
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