09-10-2016, 10:49 AM
The lack of attention she was receiving was quite nice. Her previous place of living was always buzzing with mention of the mare. The one who had gone insane. But here. Here was a place of completely new people. The land was alien to her. And she was an alien to the land. Beautiful new beginnings. New starts had been played up so much, and had become something of cliché, but Altaira was not a cliché woman. She was very much for blazing her own trail and doing what she wanted. Not a damsel in distress by any means. She was always a very proud gal.
A lovely gold coat drew blue eyes to it, but subtly. The mare didn't want to swivel her head in the direction of the man, not wanting to draw too much attention to her notice of him. Yellow against snow, never a great thing. Altaira lips quirked in the slightest of a smile, memories of lessons taught to her young one before it disappeared. It was clear then that his path was directed towards her. The stallion was only a bit taller than her and quite handsome. She could always appreciate a beautiful individual. He was clearly from this land. Perhaps he was aware she was new. Maybe he was a recruiter for a herd. Or perhaps he was just walking through and was looking for some conversation, friendly or not.What a perfectly frozen day we are having today. My name is Ashley. He seemed to be polite, she didn't feel any undertones of malice, so she kept herself charming and nice as well. Oh yes, winter brings days like these. Altaira's voice was the slightest bit teasing, melodic and a bit low. Pleased to meet you Ashley. I'm Altaira. How have you been this lovely morning? Altaira smiled slightly in a curious manner. This was not Altaira's true, laidback personality. This was formalities. This was all small talk, something the vixen hadn't taken part in a long time.
A lovely gold coat drew blue eyes to it, but subtly. The mare didn't want to swivel her head in the direction of the man, not wanting to draw too much attention to her notice of him. Yellow against snow, never a great thing. Altaira lips quirked in the slightest of a smile, memories of lessons taught to her young one before it disappeared. It was clear then that his path was directed towards her. The stallion was only a bit taller than her and quite handsome. She could always appreciate a beautiful individual. He was clearly from this land. Perhaps he was aware she was new. Maybe he was a recruiter for a herd. Or perhaps he was just walking through and was looking for some conversation, friendly or not.
