[AW] She's a restless spirit on an endless flight

[Aoife]

It's a gentle voice that catches her ears as she stands, eyes closed against the light, baking her muddy coat in the morning sun.  She tenses for a moment, startled before turning her head so her good eye faces the stranger.  The tall dark form comes into focus as she turns.  The pretty stranger, to be precise.  Aoife stares a little before remembering her manners, it's been a while since she's seen another horse.  "Hi, sorry, hello" she stumbles over her words, the pink of her muzzle stains a darker shade of red and her ears go hot with embarrassment as she realises she's still dripping with mud and algae "I, um, the water's great" she laughs a little.  The winged horses towers over her, putting real contrast to her diminutive stature, but she's starting to getting used to the idea that she's small.  It's an odd thing finding out your entire worldview is skewed, somehow all the things that you thought mattered seem insignificant and silly.

Still feeling more than a little self conscious about her height Aoife peers sheepishly upwards to meet the gaze of her new companion, blinking and squinting a little as the sun really starts to conquer the horizon behind them, bright and hot and casting sharp little shadows beneath every blade of grass, turning the tiniest dew drops to many faceted diamonds.  "I'm Aoife, by the way" she adds shyly.  She twitches nervously, not for fear of this stranger but for fear she'd say something stupid and let on that she didn't know winged horses were real, or that she actually loves bathing in mud and it wasn't an accident.  She wants to seem worldly and knowledgeable but that's a little difficult when up until a few months ago your entire world consisted of one secluded lake and it's accompanying shores inhabited by no more than one hundred horses.

@mephisto sorry I'm super rusty haha