[open] there's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye; any

[Marlyn]

The spotted mare had made efforts to visit the main land. She had been living out a honeymoon dream filled with a burly, stubborn head haired man and all his shenanigans. She was fierce with him, in love and fight, and he never failed to agitate her to no end at times but she could not think who could ruler her better than he.

But on this day, Marlyn is seeking something. Solitude? A friend? She wasn't sure but as the pregnant woman moves through the forest, admiring the beauty that Beqanna created all on her own, she spies a bewildered woman. Red and white and etches with small tributaries spanning her pretty frame. Marlyn hesitates a moment as she reads the situation, the other, her telekinesis is easily within grasp if the other should decide to lash out but perhaps the hormones made her a little aggressive or wary. What? Marlyn clearly hears the word, a quirked brow follows as she looks around her. "What?" She echoes before realizing it was more of a rhetorical question of confusion.

"Hi, um, are you okay?" The bay woman moves a pace with a lightly feathered foot. Concern touches her features she can smell a real fear on the other's skin. "You're in the forest...in Beqanna. What's your name?" She asks with a more gentle tone, slowly understanding the situation with a more careful understanding.

Marlyn