[open] It's not normal for a horse to be alone

[Kentigearna]

Young Kentigearna deicded to settle down and graze on the abundant grass in the area. It was quiet and peaceful in the area, no disturbances, no bothers. Rain fell heavily on the land which provided everlasting cool refreshing water to make contact with her skin. Her tail and mane began to get soaked by all the water, but did she care? Nope, not really. The grass tasted sweet as she took mouthful after mouthful of food. Her tail swayed in content as she ate without a care in the world. Something did bother the young mare though. She had spent some time looking for a herd to join, but was told by a loner that there were herds who claimed land. She didn't want to intrude on territory that belonged to others. Yet she knew she wasn't meant to be alone, no horse was. Horses were meant to be in herds, at least that was what she was taught. Kentigearna didn't even know where to start, let alone where to look. The rain didn't seem it was going to let up anytime soon, but she was glad it wasn't. She took a glance at the sky, happy for the rain, but also grateful there was no thunder or lightning. Her mind drifted off to finding a herd, tired of being alone. Hopefully she could find one soon so she continued to eat her fill as the rain poured on.

[Fiato]

It is not often that Fiato finds herself in the meadow. A peaceful commotion of those new (or very old) to Beqanna. Many horses that wandered here saught something, whether it be a home or simply just friends. Fiato was willing to give either.

Her mind wandered as she skipped through the meadow, her son following suit. He was a small thing, a beautiful bay child with swirling blue around his points. She had called him Ryrm for it was the noise he made when he was contempt. A soft 'rmm.' He followed her happily, skipping with the elegant gait of his desert ancestors. It seemed as though neither were bothered by the rain (it was a gift after all) for they merely smiled and looked about the cluster of equines.

It was not long before they spotted her. A bay mare grazing alone, her posture that of a newcomer. One who knew nothing much of the land she stood upon. 

It was she Fiato decided to speak with.

"Hello."

The word was soft, a musical note in her tone as she approached the other, her ambers eyes set on the possibility before her. Maybe the mare would wish for a place in her emerald home? 

[Kentigearna]

The young mare continued to graze up until another mare decided to greet her. She seemed like a decent horse with god manners. "Hello." Kentigearna returned the greeting with a soft smile on her face. She took a closer look at the mare realizing she had a foal in tow. The small male looked as if he was filled with life, as all foals were. "Your son is very beautiful." Kentigearna knew that one day she wanted a foal of her own, but that was a long term goal to be thought of later. "What brings you here?" A question that brought curiousity upon the motherless Kentigearna. It seemed the rain was letting up, and the cold raindrops finally ceased.