So much was happening at once that Sorea, absently, stomped one of her back hooves. Though she had not caught every word the friendly Ashara or strange Phaedron (as she had understood his name) had said, her mind was sharp, and she gathered both of them were offering a place within their homelands to her.
What luck! She thought.
"I'm fairing well," she replied to the stallion's question. "I accept both offers." Her eyes then moved quickly from the mare to the stallion, waiting to see which would speak first.
What luck! She thought.
"I'm fairing well," she replied to the stallion's question. "I accept both offers." Her eyes then moved quickly from the mare to the stallion, waiting to see which would speak first.