08-09-2018, 11:52 AM
"My name?" The filly asks. "Ah, it is Umani," The palomino bowed to the Pegasus. She was told when she was young to always bow at the mystical creatures. "And where are these places?" She asks Breckin. She backs up a bit and looks over the valley and sighs softly. "I've always been alone. I guess it's what I'm used to." The mare swishes her tail again and flicks her ears sideways, listening to all the sounds around her.