After a few more body rattling coughs does the buckskin finally look up through watering eyes to see a vivid cobalt woman looking back at her with general concern. The winged woman can only smile nervously as she realized she probably looks like a horse dying of consumption. Thick skull snakes out to shake the black tangled mane and a dust cloud promptly forms and drifts on the warm summer breeze. "Sorry-" A loud sneeze follows as she steps from the dirt cloud. "It's been a while since I've stretched my legs." The pale buckskin woman approaches the pretty blue mare. Her own ghostly blue eyes watch the other as a smile spreads warmly on her lips.
Our ancient mare did not see the other approaching in her fascinating form but that didn't matter much. Currently Illinois is fascinated with the woman's coat. Illinois is old as the dirt they stood on. She has seen some crazy things in her day. Mutations. Magic. Really cool traits. BUT she had yet to see horses any color other than the normal day to day. Illy! The mare snaps out of her really rude staring. "Wow...sorry again...honestly I've never seen anyone like you."
How awkward.
Now we all now horses of another color have been around for some time so Illinois looks like the weirdo despite her own wings. Obviously shes been living under a rock somewhere...literally. "I'm Illinois but call my Illy." A warm and genuine smile easily falls over the whiskered maw. "What's yours?" Lobes prick towards the sapphire hued lass curiously. Hopefully this will develop into a new friendship.
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