The second the attractive bay paint mare breaks through the trees, Fayella knows she has come upon a horse that demands respect, whether she realizes it or not, her body language simply says she has confidence. Acknowledging this, when the mare, who introduces herself as Riva, comes up to her, and offers her a home, Fayella is pleasantly surprised and (undeniably) excited, but she know she must try to keep her head so she doesn't look like a complete ninny. So she clears her throat, holds her head up, trying to hide her nervousness, and settles her pale blue eyes on Riva's. "Hello, Riva. I'm Fayella," she says, and gives a little bow. "You are correct, I am searching for a new herd. Would you mind telling me a little about this home, and where it is?" She's surprised at how confident her voice sounded, although her stomach is doing backflips in reality. This is it, she thinks. Either I'll have a herd, hopefully for life, or I'll do something dumb and screw it all up. Ears pricked forward, her piercing blue eyes scan Riva's face as though she could possibly see into her thoughts, as she awaited the mare's reply.
Fayella
We're the song inside the tune full of beautiful mistakes