Ygritte
In not much time at all does a granite and ivory woman appear from a curtain of heavy foliage. There is a twist in the younger equine's gut as she feels relief to see another face but also apprehension at the prospect of a negative response. Thankfully the other who approaches does not spit and lash out at her. Ygritte was still young enough to feel like she can take on the world...ten feet tall and drunk on adrenaline...
But we are sensible folks and know how that would pan out.
Lobes flick as her attention is directed to the other mare as she nears but stops with a reasonable amount of distance from the sienna mare-child. Her voice reminds Ygritte of the sounds that the wind makes when it caresses the wheat fields. It is soft and soothing. Once the other inquires as to Ygritte's arrival, she quietly inhales and exhales a moment's heartbeat in which to consider her words before speaking. "I am Ygritte and I'm looking for a home." She speaks low and methodically whilst maintaining eye contact. Ygritte always seemed to maintain a levelheadedness about her. As a child she chose to explore and examine things. She was curious about how things functioned and their purpose. Surely everything had a purpose...even if it took some time to figure out what it was. Dark pools maintain the frame of the painted woman once she has finished the sentence. A small smile touches the edges of her lips as she listens for the still unnamed mare's response.
((ooc: still getting use to ygritte, bear with me lol))