His call meets the lavender lobes of our striped girl. The zorse youth is moving in regards as to why he was giving an announcement but Helle figured if daddy is calling then she had better.
The long limbs are moving her lithe form through the foliage, skull is lifted high as she treks. It would not take much time to catch a glimpse of the dark male, the white ghostly markings floating on the setting sunlight and making him appear rather eerie. But also in this moment (as Helle is not really keen to her surroundings) she does not see the spotted mare in her spectrum. So with a rather unladylike trip (an uncharacteristic thing for her) she managed practically fall on the appaloosa.
With developing skill, she catches herself and her balance as pale eyes look over her shoulder to the woman. One invisible brow is quirked as to why the mare is laying there but Helleborn keeps moving. "Weirdo." She mutters it under her breath before picking up her pace to meet the stallion but she is surprised when she sees him with another mare. A new face (though all faces are still new to her) and lids narrow slightly at the other woman who currently had a kid in tow.
She looks the other up and down, noting the soft spots on her body. The hell-cat does not offer any sort of acknowledgement just simply looks at her and the child.
Tender.
Naive.
Weak.
Helle flicks her attention casually away to judge the burn of the setting sun before she makes an audible huff and looks back to the new mare. "Hi." Flat, dull, the very least possible effort to make.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep
((Helleborn is a butthead so it's not you or Angelle lol dont be offended))