Solace
They way he startles so easily from her gentle approach, the anxiety she can see twisting inside of him through his mannerisms, he reminds her of a bird. But she had always held a fondness for birds and delicate things. And despite his robust baritone and her inexperience in the world, she understands that he is in someway - delicate.
"Scissorhands"
She repeats thoughtfully before offering her own name. "I'm Solace, and I'm heading to Hyaline. Have you ever heard of it?"
It occurs to her that this stallion could be a wanderer like her mother was, and like her brother aspired to be - maybe he had meet Svedka in passing and had a clue to where he could be now. The grey doesn't carry the scent of one distinct kingdom like many of the diplomats she had been introduced to, yet she hesitates to pressure him with too many questions. Instead, she reaches down with her muzzle to pull a clump of grass from the earth, allowing him time to answer and sating her hunger at the same time.
you are my sunshine
@[Scissorhands]
