Inara
Her gaze traced the constellations that she was unfamiliar with, as it seemed that Novus and the Dusk Court were completely different from her home. A quiet voice shook the mare from her thoughts, the slight despair that she was confronted with any time that she thought of home. The painted mare found that she was not alone in the slightest, as she beheld another mare. The hue of her coat was much cooler, blending better with the night air save for the glinting metal around her nape. Inara glanced back at the cliff edges and took a few more paces away, just to settle any worry that the other might hold.
“Greetings.” She returned in kind, her voice hardly above a whisper. “How f-fare thee t-this night?” She stammered, cursing internally at the quaver in her tone. Gods forbid she sound like anything but a frightened child! The lush green of her gaze met the startling contrast of blue and yellow, set in a dark face with a shock of pale hair. If she had been the type to deem things beautiful, she thought that this mare would have been quite so. She wondered idly, what daylight would have brought a mare like this...but the night complimented her so well. Inara was about to open her mouth to speak again, when another stumbled upon them, a thick male bustling in to join them.
Inara knew that she was openly staring, her eyes wide with wonder at the creature before her. He was unlike anything that she had seen before -- in her homeland the equines were quite plain, and found herself cautiously putting her head forward in order to have a better look at the horns that spiraled up out of his crown and along his face. Not to mention the thing whip of a tail. Oh the wonders of the world! She wondered if her mother had known such things, but surely she would have imparted that wisdom upon her only spawn before thrusting her out into it, guarded or not.
The female glanced at the other mare, seeking camaraderie from another of her own sex. Girls had to stick together, did they not? Her ears flickered back at the strangers, feeling a fluster begin to flutter in her chest. Panic was not what she needed, but it was all that she had to offer. Her nostrils flared wide, drawing in the scents around them -- determining that no others were about at that particular moment.
“I am well, s-s-stranger.” She managed, before glancing at the female who had been here first. “A-are the t-two of y-you in D-d-dusk Court?” She asked, pinning her ears back at the sound of her stuttering. Perhaps if she ever found that relic, that was what she would ask for...the gift of speech.
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