in a holding pattern // to find myself

[Elindor]

She has not long found a spot away from everyone else when she's approached by a stranger.

The filly, named Starlin, introduces herself, so forward and friendly. Elindor doesn't know what to do; she's never really been spoken to unless something was needed from her, but she feels that this young filly is simply being friendly. A small part of her tells her she's being too trusting, but she tries to ignore it.

"I... I am Elindor." she replies. "I've only recently come to these lands. Where are you from?"

E L I N D O R

god knows, I am dissonance
waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune