Brisaeys often avoided the meadow. It was far too likely that one of her twisted family members would pop out of the woodwork and try to bring her home. She had grown up in the Silver Cove because of her dreadful mother, but was often abused for not being a descendant of their "one true god" Khaos. Brisaeys was different, better. She was the daughter of Carnage, not that he would want anything to do with her, the cripple that she was. Brisaeys was delicate, taking after her father's build more than her mother's, and pretty enough. But the noticeable limp, and slightly less noticeable shortened forelimb still branded her an outcast even among the wild and varied horses in the rest of Beqanna.

Today was a different day for the girl. She was in high spirits, Autumn being her favorite season, and the cooler air and light walk would be good for her. The oranges and reds of the trees surrounding the meadow made her feel less lonely, their colors so close to her own marbled coat. She wanders to the edge of a nearby pond and watches contentedly as leaves twirl in the light breeze, dancing across the water, the wind fluttering locks of her dark mane. She is so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't hear the approach of another.
 
"Hello there."

The smooth voice in her ear causes the delicate mare to jump. Her buckskin coat, covered with swirls of orange and teal like a galaxy, stands on end and her doe brown eyes widen at the stranger as she lets out a tiny gasp. "Oh hello! I'm so sorry, I thought I was alone." Her legs try to slip out from under her in the squelchy pond mud as she flashes the pale stranger a timid smile. "My name is Brisaeys. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She feels a rush of embarrassment as she glances down at her mud splattered legs. Why was she so awkward? A quick glance back to the man before her nearly has her stuttering. "Umm, the leaves are gorgeous this time of year aren't they? I don't usually come out here, but to day felt like a good day for a walk." She flushed again when she realized she was rambling a bit, "So do you have a name too? I mean of course you have a name, but I mean will you tell me your name? Ugh I mean, Hi! my name's Brisaeys it's a pleasure to meet you, but maybe I should go before I shove my hoof any further in my mouth."