[a new surrounding]

[makayla]

Her dark ebony coat dully gleamed in the cloud-covered sunshine, leaving it looking dim and probably dusty. Her main was choppy short, like most mares, only hers had refused to grow much longer the past few years. Her flag snaked in the wind, it's elegant dark color mixing with the yellow-green knee high grass. Her nostrils flared, trying to pick up scents of any equine who may be in her surroundings.

Batalloni had always been one to be alone; she was late to walk. She was more careful, more catious than the other foals and yearlings as she grew up. She was the last to try bathing in the lake, in fear that she might slip or drown. She was the last to play fight, and when she did she easily lost. Unlike her true hot-blooded breed of equine, Mustang, she was unnaturally quiet, submissive, gentle. But seeing to she was afraid of a massive thunderstorm that broke her small previous herd apart, she stayed against a small tree, and her herd had dissapeared form sight.
Though she did not like the idea of having to start over with a completely new herd with horses she did not know, she was somewhat eager to have company, any company, for that matter. She did not like being completely alone, with nobody to watch her back. Though she was at the stage of being completely independant, she longed to have somebod to talk to, perhaps love. She had never felt such a feeling in her life, and was very very eager to experience it.
Batalloni parted her lips, letting but one nicker escape into the wind. She did not want much attention; only enough to get herself noticed very slightly. She backed a few steps up, dancing on her hooves lightly by excitement, and anxiety that had been building up over the past few days of her debating against herself on if she should really do this. She was going o give this a try, and, perhaps, succeed in a new life.

[Vel]

Daggers struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.

Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.

[makayla]

She turned her attention towards a horse-like call, twitching her radars to pick up the direction. She swirved around to face another equine, pricking her thorns at the sight. She froze in panic and in pure fansination. So was it this easy for her to get noticed? She smiled to herself, not making a sound. Though she longed to take a step forewerd, she stood her ground shyly, not knowing where nor what to do. She had never had any contact with anybody outside her herd; this was something new to her. Chances were, this horse had different customs and expectations than hers. She had no way of knowing what they could possibly be.

Batalloni opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but closed it. She didn't want to say anything that might offend him, for then her reputation would surely sink and nobody would want her. She did, however, grin and nod in his way, a silent hello. Surely she could not mess such a thing up... right?

[Vel]

His black optics watched her as she nodded and grined to him. So she was friendly and did not mean any harm. He decided to walk up to her and say hello. He lifted his right front dagger and began to walk to her.

What was her name? Who could she be? Where is from? Does she have a herd or mate? What is she like? All these questions ran throught his mind. He flicked his ebonite banner at a few pesky gnats and flies. He wanted to find out more about her.

His dark pillars stopped moving about a metre or so in front of her. "Hello." he greeted her. He bowed his head a bit to show respect to her, and to show her that he was not a threat. "If it is alright with you may I have your calling?" His dark zeniths perked in her direction, his opticals focused on her face as he waited to hear the sound of her voice. What could her name be? he thought. Surely she must have a lovely name. He only hoped that she would tell him her name, for he had not told her his calling. He knew that some equines would not share their calling unless you gave them yours first. Hopefully she was not one of them. He did not want to get on her bad side.