Zhenga didn't really care that this new horse just appeared; if anything, she was slightly irritated that he interrupted her when she was trying to get the itch off her back. Luckily, all her turning on the ground had succeeded in banishing the annoying twitching of her skin, so, satisfied, the filly rolled back onto her stomach. She put her front legs out and hooves on the ground to hoist her weight up, leaning back a moment before hoisting her weight forward onto her front legs. As she did, the filly managed to get her back legs under her and stood, giving her body a good shake to get rid of the stray grass blades and dirt now clinging to her fur.
The whole while she did this, the filly gave the stallion a response, "I'm good thanks, but you're sweet to offer," she said with a smile. The filly's attitude was always changing when meeting strangers, whether stallion, mare, filly, or colt. Most of the time, it just depended on her current mood, and since she'd been in a pleasant one when this horse arrived, her greeting reflected that.
The filly turned her head to greet the horse who had come up, but stopped short when she took in his appearance. Even though he looked younger than her, the stallion easily succeeded her in height, towering over her withers by almost a foot it seemed. He sported a smoky black tobiano coat, which complimented his overall muscled build and brown eyes. Zhenga's, a bright electric blue, were the exact opposite as her brain rattled itself, searching for a memory. For some bizarre reason, the filly felt she recognized this colt in front of her, but her mind was escaping her at this moment.
She hadn't met a large number of horses since leaving home, and none of them had really looked like the stallion. So, she decided to focus on ones she'd met while still living in Sylva for the short time she had been before leaving to go check out Ischia and a few other places. Who had been born in Sylva after her? Not that many foals; in fact, she could only, if vaguely, remember one that she'd gotten to know.
A certain paint-colored colt she'd befriended before he'd also left to go explore for himself... shortly after she had...
The lightbulb went off and Zhenga's eyes went wide. She gave the stallion a once-over glance again, just to make sure she was seeing things right. Yes, everything that was familiar about him still was there, and before Zhenga could stop herself, the mare's words left her lips.
"Ivar?" she asked, starting to smile. Her energetic and friendly side taking over, she stepped closer to the stallion, letting out a happy nicker and brushing her muzzle against the stallion's shoulder in greeting, "Holy... Ivar, I can't believe it! Is that really you?! It's been so long! Adulthood has treated you well I see," she said with a joking smile, referencing how he'd grown from a gangly-legged colt to the tall and fit stallion now standing before her.
@[Ivar]
The whole while she did this, the filly gave the stallion a response, "I'm good thanks, but you're sweet to offer," she said with a smile. The filly's attitude was always changing when meeting strangers, whether stallion, mare, filly, or colt. Most of the time, it just depended on her current mood, and since she'd been in a pleasant one when this horse arrived, her greeting reflected that.
The filly turned her head to greet the horse who had come up, but stopped short when she took in his appearance. Even though he looked younger than her, the stallion easily succeeded her in height, towering over her withers by almost a foot it seemed. He sported a smoky black tobiano coat, which complimented his overall muscled build and brown eyes. Zhenga's, a bright electric blue, were the exact opposite as her brain rattled itself, searching for a memory. For some bizarre reason, the filly felt she recognized this colt in front of her, but her mind was escaping her at this moment.
She hadn't met a large number of horses since leaving home, and none of them had really looked like the stallion. So, she decided to focus on ones she'd met while still living in Sylva for the short time she had been before leaving to go check out Ischia and a few other places. Who had been born in Sylva after her? Not that many foals; in fact, she could only, if vaguely, remember one that she'd gotten to know.
A certain paint-colored colt she'd befriended before he'd also left to go explore for himself... shortly after she had...
The lightbulb went off and Zhenga's eyes went wide. She gave the stallion a once-over glance again, just to make sure she was seeing things right. Yes, everything that was familiar about him still was there, and before Zhenga could stop herself, the mare's words left her lips.
"Ivar?" she asked, starting to smile. Her energetic and friendly side taking over, she stepped closer to the stallion, letting out a happy nicker and brushing her muzzle against the stallion's shoulder in greeting, "Holy... Ivar, I can't believe it! Is that really you?! It's been so long! Adulthood has treated you well I see," she said with a joking smile, referencing how he'd grown from a gangly-legged colt to the tall and fit stallion now standing before her.
@[Ivar]