A whinny caught Desirea's attention, and she turned her dark head to discover who had seen her folly. A beautiful black mare was headed her way, looking rather friendly. At once, Desirea's felt relieved, and her heart began to slow a little. Had it been a stallion with murder in his eyes, she would have been much more nervous.
Desirea gave this new mare a bashful smile, and took a few steps to close the quickly shrinking gap between them.
"Zaravich," Desirea said softly. "What a beautiful name.." She smiled again -- and had she been a little lighter in color, it would have been easy to see the blush spreading over her face. Desirea shook her long forelock shyly over one eye. "I'm Desirea," she said.
"I'll be honest, I'm not sure where I am," the little roan mare admitted. "I don't know how I got here, or really who I am. I think I'd be a lot better once those questions were answered." Her smile grew sheepish, but she didn't turn her eyes away from the pretty black mare before her.
