The other would start, realizing her presence. They were calm though, and Willoughby kept her smile gentle. At last, an invite was given. She would only move closer when she was sure the other mare was okay with it. Her movement was fluid and relaxed, delicate yet purposeful. She dips her head in thanks.
“I would love to join you” she beams, dipping further to sniff along the sandy beach. “most don't have time to look for shells. They think it is quite childish - but I like finding different kinds. Especially the spiral ones. They have such lovely colors, no?” She giggles, lifting her skull to look at the earthen toned mare.
“she speaks”
if you don't want to see me dancing with somebody new
