Strange Place || Any

[Amarantha]

The mare approaches swiftly. So fast, in fact, that (If her senses had allowed) Amarantha would have been shocked. However, this is not the case and she turns to the stranger with ease. The painted mare talks fast, and her eyes stayed glued to the pale green of Rant's own. Dark tendrils flick swiftly at the edges of her legs as the mare speaks, her words soaked in by the dark woman.

The bay introduces herself as Kagerus, a strong name. Perhaps this woman would be one Rant would listen to. To respect.

"Amarantha."

It is the first word the mare chooses to speak in this new land. Funny that is happened to be her name. In her last home, her name had been strong as well, though in Beqanna names meant nothing. She could tell from the stance of the strange before her that respect was to be earned. To be fought for.

"Where do you come from Kagerus? "

 Her ears flick as others around them speak and move, their voices fading in and out of her mind. Though she listens to all the happenings around them, her eyes stay glued to Kagerus's amber hues. 

She takes in the entirety of the mare then, noting the strange markings below her eyes. Though the beryl hues of Rant's do not linger long on the woman's lithe frame for long before they return to her face. She is captivated by the bay's presence once more.

"You smell of the mountains."

She had yet to see any mountains, though she supposed she hadn't looked far enough.