Ilma's not the brightest horse on every day. She has her genius moments, and her stupidly naieve moments - apparently this is one of the latter, as she turns out to be oblivious to the stallion, rather than on hyper-alert. For all that she knows she could have missed a predator, too - she quickly diminishes that thought; predators have a sharper tang to their smell, she would have been alerted. Or would you? a small voice bites at her - but she pushes the thought away, to focus on the newcomer. He's a different kind of grey than she's used to; black dun and cream to dilute this further, he has peculiar stripes to his legs and now that he's closer, a dorsal stripe as well. She smiles politely at the tall and lean man, one ear however, not perked forwards but to the greenery where her baby sleeps. When he addresses her, however, he is polite enough, so she gives in to his question easily - who wouldn't? "Oh, you've come a bit too far south for Nerine, I'm afraid. But if you follow the river or the sea, you cannot lose your way again." she offers. Should he choose the river, he would come by the lake, and following that to the north, to the point where three lands meet - the common riverland, Nerine, and Hyaline. Which reminds her. "You're in Hyaline now. I'm Ilma." she tells him naturally, expecting him to come up with his own. |
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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