02-13-2018, 03:13 PM
The diluted, splashed female responded quickly, and closed the distance between them to greet the white Andalusian horse. Ilma responded happily, taking in the other's scent before backing away again. She nodded to her second comment, but she would like to answer the first question first, of course. She dipped her head slightly in greeting. "Hello, I'm Ilma," she offered with a smile. Lamb seemed a little bit strange to her as a name, but it fit her perhaps, an adorable little baby sheep. Summer's a great time for little lambs to explore, she mused, as she takes in the meadow. It's her first time here, though she already had heard about it from description. A flowery field was exactly what it was, or had been in spring she supposed. Still other flowers, the long-blooming summer flora, still stayed, creating a different array of colour than it would have in spring, yet also, a totally different one from what Ilma expected she would find here in autumn. "Ah, yes, summer is beautiful always. As I suspect the meadow is throughout the whole year." she returned. She enjoyed the warm breeze, just enough for it not to be too hot out here, but warm enough not to make any horse shiver due to a sudden difference in temperature. |
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time