Adria
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky
Well, he’s not critical. Adria breathes a rather deep sigh of relief that bends the grass beneath them as Drustan arcs his neck out to greet her, and she feels a few of her nerves settles when he chooses to remain close. From here on out, the gold-laced-white filly is determined to just be herself as mother had said and she begins by perking her small ears towards him while he speaks.
“Oh, I see!” The girl nods, flashes of her own sire’s serrated teeth coming to mind. It would make sense then that Drustan should have such oddish things; suddenly her eyes are locked on them and she wishes that she had oddish things too. “And I agree with her … they look sharp.” Adria tells him, about as reverent as a child could manage to be. Meanwhile, her lilac-colored gaze roams over their pale, rough surface.
“Sometimes I get scales, but only when I go swimming.” The filly chirps, turning a shy cheek away from him to look at just about anything else. “Sometimes Scales” weren’t cool - horns were. “Do you ever swim?” She asks slowly, angling her fine little head back towards the shore she came from.
@[Drustan] TY <3