Solira: The Ocean: all hail

"No need to be so dramatic."

The cool voice of Huyana broke the air after the echos of the mare's shrieks faded away. Bemused, calm eyes of liquid gold peered from the black face of the roan, a tilted smile, small as it was, curving along her muzzle. She studied this mare cautiously, carefully, curiously. The anger, the confusion on the returning captive's features were plain. She was upset, outraged by something Huyana did not yet understand but did not care to hear about in such terms. She had been close by you know, when the banshee screamed murder into the rain heavy sky.

"You aren't new here." Huyana mused, tilting her head as her black cords splashed across her flanks. She was not new, but Huyana did not know her. This herd was large, Huyana did not know many and more came all the time. But Huyana could tell by the confidence and rage on this solirian's features that she was not new. It was also possible that she was a prisoner of Solira arrived at last, which would explain the anger, but she had a refreshed look to her eyes that debated such a theory. No, this mare was home. Where she'd been, why she screamed, Huyana did not know and thought best not to ask at just this moment. Her remark may already have the other spitting at her like some crazed gopher.