07-01-2023, 07:18 AM
Moira doesn’t recognize the golden mare who comes stumbling into the Dale. Though the mostly white mare has not long been in these rolling hills, she has seen enough faces to know that the wary-eyed palomino is slightly more a stranger to this place than she is.
The other looks tired, so Moira does not approach immediately. Instead, she grazes half-heartedly, keeping a careful watch between quickly snatched bites. The forage on land is infinitely better than that below the sea, Moira has found.
Moira sees something that she chooses to believe is indicative of the other mare waking up, and turns her body to move toward her. Her gold and blue-violet markings are bright and clear in the winter sunlight, standing out both for the fishlike scales that create them as well as the way they shimmer.
“Hello. I’m Moira. Who’re you?” Her voice is somewhat coarse here in the open air, but her expression is open and friendly. Her finlike mane is held partially up, another sign of her friendliness that is less recognizable to those above the water.
@Delphinium
The other looks tired, so Moira does not approach immediately. Instead, she grazes half-heartedly, keeping a careful watch between quickly snatched bites. The forage on land is infinitely better than that below the sea, Moira has found.
Moira sees something that she chooses to believe is indicative of the other mare waking up, and turns her body to move toward her. Her gold and blue-violet markings are bright and clear in the winter sunlight, standing out both for the fishlike scales that create them as well as the way they shimmer.
“Hello. I’m Moira. Who’re you?” Her voice is somewhat coarse here in the open air, but her expression is open and friendly. Her finlike mane is held partially up, another sign of her friendliness that is less recognizable to those above the water.
@Delphinium