Solira: The Ocean: sing for absolution

The black lips of Huyana pursed in thought, as she watched this strange mare. It was pleasant company to keep she soon found, and was grateful of her decision to approach. Huyana had always enjoyed meeting new individuals, learning about them, inspecting them - but it was still always a nice surprise to find one she particularly liked. Too many were callous and aggressive, which tired her patience quickly.

She was not talkative, Huyana could tell almost immediately. Her replies were short quips, though they retained an air of welcome rather than rude indifference. Ears turned to hear her better when she did speak, the blue roan almost afraid she might miss some portion of speech this curious horse would speak. "Irene then." Huyana smiled, repeating the name to help her remember it. It was a pretty name, easy to mold on her tongue and comprehend.

A laugh jittered from Huyana's lips at the mare's words. It was not an intent to laugh at her, and the amusement ringing from Huyana's maw was not any sort of deeper mockery. Huyana often laughed, and when she was surprised or pleased she could not contain the joy easily. She was a mixture of both now, enjoying almost protectively the way Irene seemed to refer to the ocean as an actual entity. "We are." Huyana mused with a wide grin. "I respect the ocean the most, but we enjoy each other's company. I truly love the rain though, it dances so well across my skin I cant help but run with it, watch it pouring down."

A calm silence settled easily between them, Huyana staring with warm eyes into the ocean's oblivion. A sidelong glance brought Irene back into focus, and Huyana became aware once more of her naked coat. Her 'brow knit in curiosity and concern, wondering just how the mare had sustained such a hurt; and how a proper way would be to voice her curiosity. "You must get cold." Huyana murmured at last, honestly. Her head turned, eyes holding the new acquaintance in better view. "Winter is difficult?" Huyana queried, asking of course about her bare coat. She left it open for the mare to say as much as she pleased, or as little. Hyana would not press, but her curiosity was eager, as always.