The more Anette thought about it, the stranger the stallion before her seemed. She expected that one who was so battered in appearance to be more brazen, more bold in personality. But who stood before her seemed to be much softer, kinder.
She snorts - a dirty, surprised laugh. She knew she was different, yes, but it being said aloud and with such regret after made it even more comical. She recovers quickly enough, shaking her head before speaking. "Well, I've not seen many as lanky as you, either." - A somewhat true statement.
She had to think some more about his next question, though. She hadn't put much consideration in to what kind of a home she seeked. She had a nagging feeling that as vast as Beqanna may be, it wouldn't ever be what she was used to. "Less snow." she decided with a laugh, intitally meant as a joke but suddenly realised to be just about all she had. "And more people."
anette
Aldri så god hest at han ikkje kan snuble