Oh, so, nevermind — there were dudes here. A handful, anyway, picking their way through the sloping bodies of the very many women that positively drowned them out in both scent and size. Okay, not size - but number - because holy hell is the first stallion who approaches her huge. Subconsciously, the little forest filly stands taller, straightening the slender column of her splotched neck, chestnut ears swooping forward to catch his name. Archam. Big name for a big dude, huh? "Morning to you too," she offers, voice tinged with exhaustion and energy all in one. This was exciting, and breathtaking, and she was tired but in the best way possible.
She's just about to give him her name, too, when someone else enters the fray. Younger than Mr. Archam, and tall to boot. Angling the nubile fit of her body to face them both, Valaera can only smile between the both of them, a little tense if only for the look she most-definitely catches Mr. Chem throw Mr. Archam. Trouble on deck, boys? "Hey," and her voice wavers under the sudden turn of Chem's strong gaze on her, but her chin manages to stand tall, one ear flicking the pale glimmer of her forelock out of her eyes. Chill, Vae, they're cool.
Well, hopefully, anyway. "I'm Valaera," and her black-frosted lips curve in a smile, tossing that small(er) head toward the beautiful glen surrounding the motley trio. "I haven't, uh, trespassed on your territory or anything, have I? I met someone on the way here that told me there were kingdoms nearby, and I - well, this place is too pretty to pass up, y'know?" She has the distinct feeling she's talking too much for at least one of their favors (looking at you, tall, painted, and handsome), but she lets her tired voice flow naturally, lifting the slim crane of her head in a nod before letting hazel eyes find both of them again. Her ears fluttered back in a conscious bid for politeness, smiling thinly - she was raised to be a good little lady, after all.
@[Archam] @[Chemdog]