The fae nodded at the mares' words, knowing all to well that monsters lurked within the night. Hideous ones that could devour one in a single bite, or destroy an entire land. "Bad vibes indeed..." The roan murmured, gazing at the paint. It was true, she disliked the dark quite a bit, and it caused her to be fairly tense. She didn't know what would happen if she turned her head, turned a corner, entered a dark cave. It was all unpredictable, no matter where she strode, she felt unsafe no matter what. Although inside the borders of her home, she felt a little safer. But not by much.
The paint mare introduced herself as Florabella, and asked the roan her name. The fae hesitated for a moment, but opened her charcoal black lips and spoke her name. "Frost Fyre of the Basin." She nodded her head, a greeting of sorts. She kept her lips curled in a smile as she looked at the paint mare, suddenly hearing a nicker. Turning her head, she spotted another filly, one of her age. She listened to Florabella nicker back, opening her lips and letting out a nicker as well. She then spoke, asking that filly for her name, words curious. "You are?" She inquired, emeralds focused on the newcomer. She was sort of a savior, for the roan and the paints' conversation had become a little awkward. So maybe this filly could help spark up new conversation?
She watched the filly trip over her own hooves, muttering something. The fae strained to understand her words, audits pressed forward. She said something like excuse my clumsiness. The fae smiled, forcing herself not to giggle at the filly for her clumsiness. It was a little amusing, but it wasn't the best way to greet a stranger by giggling at them. So she just smiled a little and stared at the filly, emeralds scanning over her.
"Speech."
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