04-21-2017, 10:00 PM
It's the best she can do, to continue to return the field and try to find more to fill the borders of the hills. She was working so hard, and she truly wanted her home to be a success. Though even if it wasn't one day, she wanted to know that she had worked her hardest and tried her best. Which is why she is here today, approaching the field once more having left her beautiful home behind. Each and every time she leaves it, she is saddened to see it behind her rather than in front of her as she heads south.
It's rolling green landscape with sharp and jagged boulders poking out here and there while surrounded by mix matched vegetation, towering trees and turquoise rivers is a sight that she would hate to lose. It was so beautiful there, snuggled up comfortably next to the mountain's edge. Slowly stepping into the field, she tears herself away from her thoughts of home and slowly scans the few groups in search of someone she could in the least, extend an offer to.
It takes a while, but then the short spotted mare sees the fleabitten mare, and her ears prick curiously. She watches her move as she steps through the yellowing grasses and each scar that she can see is noted until finally her eyes come to rest on the stranger's face. The rusted stains draw her in completely and for a moment she takes a step forward as the other warns the rest to keep their distance. Though the mare's nature doesn't bother her. Instead it makes her chuckle slightly. Her attitude is certainly appealing.
It's about this time, where she's ready to make her approach that a much taller horse makes his way into view and approaches the other. He's a darker gray this one and it's when he comes to a stop that she moves forward, her small spotted body elegantly slipping through the tall grasses. Her eyes remain on the mare, her attention not as much on the other until finally she reaches their one-on-one group. Glancing up at him as she passes him she nods a hello before looking back towards the other and coming a stop a bit closer than the other.
It is not too close, she too keeps her distance, but she is unable to discuss at further distances due to her smaller stature and softer voice. It wouldn't help anyone if she couldn't hear what the other had to say. "And I'm Crota," her eyes dance across the other's dished features until finally her voice slips through her lips once again. "You don't strike me as the type to wander into a simple place like this."
The corners of her lips tilt upwards in a show that her statement means no harm. In all honestly it simply means that Crota finds her too interesting to be wandering the fields. "What brings you here today?"