she'll always float
back through my mind like smoke
The black dun mare could see the semblance of something coming her way, though it seemed at a leisurely pace at best. That alone was enough to ease her worrying, which allowed her mind to change direction and for curiosity to take wing. Just like she was getting used to the climate, she was also getting used to the vast diversity that was this great land. In her mountainous homeland special characteristics were few and far between, and honestly if any were born with these attributes they usually were cast from the herd young. Her clan feared what it did not know; maybe that's why she felt she didn't belong there anymore. But now, here, she was experiencing more multiplicity than she had ever before and somehow by the Gods' graces she was taking it all very much in stride.
All of this made it much easier for Ygraine to settle when the hybrid stallion came into full view, wings displayed along with the horn centered in the middle of his forehead. The pale faced lady merely lifted her head a few degrees, ears still perked atop her skull as to let the inquisitive filly within her shine through. Her dark ebony tail swatted swiftly against her dusty grey hide, allowing him to approach. Ygraine certainly appreciated his apology upon the realization that he'd encroached on her space, though in her eyes she didn't think it didn't warrant nearly as much fussing as he had alluded.
"Nonsense, you didn't frighten me as much as make me curious of who might be ambling about the meadow is all," she answered, a certain tranquility emanating from her voice as she stood there before him. She did briefly take in the sight before her, taking detailed note of the stallion's features and with that she reflected on the fact that she was, in the great scheme of things around here, quite plain. The thought worried her, gnawing at her confidence a little.
Her wandering mind was soon anchored back to earth. 'I am Somnus, and I mean you no ill-will. I was simply taking advantage of this positively divine weather.' Her pale eyes flickered to meet his stark green ones, and when her thoughts essentially reached solid ground she returned the smile with one of her own. The edges of her pale pink muzzle turned upwards and Ygraine briefly dipped her head to him in a polite manner. "Call me Ygraine," she replied, a brief pause following as she looked out to the expanse of the meadow. "I don't blame you for taking a stroll, it's rare to have such a comfortable morning whilst so deep in summer. Wouldn't you agree?"
