AuroraElis
AuroraElis
Her hooves remain unmoved, pressed gently into the sands. The gravitational pull of the atmosphere causes the waves to stretch farther up the shoreline, leaving the waters to lick gently at her ivory legs before receding into the abyss once more. With each pass, the creatures of the sands and night, become exposed and then buried. They scuttle about trying to find morsels that the waters carry to them. She has watched them many times and she smiles gently as the newcomers interest is also peaked with their trivial lives.
The explanation he gives is one that is familiar to her. She is forever a wanderer; never remaining in one place for too long. It is not because she wishes to not settle, she just hasn't found anything to keep her hooves planted on. Everything she has found was ripped out from under her and so wandering has become all she has known.
What he says next is foreign to her and it is shown by the tilt in her head. Her dark eyes search the stallion for clues as if there were something to be found in his exterior that would explain. Her voice is soft as she probes for understanding, "Wild? I am afraid I do not know what you mean." Beqanna is not all that the elegant mare has known, but wild -or not wild- is something she is unfamiliar with.
Not all that glitters is gold
@Jack in the Box