No One Else But You; Ardashir;Any

[Chrisma]

The air is chilly today, and it blows Chrisma's fiery mane back and forth as it changes direction. She closes her eyes, and cocks her back leg into a more comfortable position. She tries to focus on her breathing, and the sounds around her, rather than the dun mare and her son. 

Through the air comes a call - it is gentle, welcoming the crimson mare to come over and chat. She opens her hazel eyes, and turns her white-covered face to look at the mother, who is now walking away from her child, and towards her. The crimson mare holds her breath, unsure of what to do. Should she run? Should she stay and talk to her? She figured she could not avoid it now, and it would be rude to leave this mare on a negative note. 

Chrisma turns her body and begins to walk, deciding it's best she meets her at a halfway point, since she is so far from the other. She doesn't want this mare to leave the child - you never know who may be lurking, or what their intentions may be. 

When she arrives, she looks over the mare. She has striking emerald eyes, and a beautiful dun-colored bodice, with two alabaster wings at her sides. A beautiful sight indeed. 

"I'm Chrisma." The crimson mare offers, face blank of any emotion. She doesn't talk to other equines all that often, so the taste of words on her tongue feels strange to her. She moves her wings in a slightly uncomfortable manner, and then looks to the sand below her.