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[Cryil]

The tap of his muzzle against her tugs a smile from the tall mare's lips. Her eyes follow as he does the same. "Njenyi." She replies in turn to practicing the fluidity on her tongue.

Her attention returns to the sisters but she heard the few words of the striped male and nods appropriately with a nod. The lips of the tall woman split as she prepares speech but only to be received with the sight of one of the sisters abruptly ending the conversation with a flurry of hooves and dashing off. Cryil is left to stand with a puzzled expression, shaking off the frozen residue with a shimmy of her withers and hips. Her gaze flicks back to Njenyi as to say, 'I tried'.

Oh well, the painted woman moves with a shrug of her shoulders. She gently bumps the stallion with her muzzle before moving away to place some space between them. The mare knew enough that if the stallion wanted to be close to her whether it for warmth or affection then he would come to her. Cryil drops her skull to tug at a few of the frozen shards of grass, green eyes looking upward on the occasion to keep a watchful eye on her surroundings and the other horses.

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