New mare

[Vantha {in college}]

Large form plodded it's way along calmly. Bright blood bay and ivory hide enjoying the play of the wind over it and through the long, silky tassels adorning the boa.
The creature making it's way calmly through the lands was known as Santi. She was rather small for a gypsy vanner, standing roughly at 15.2hh. Her coat made up for that. It was a dazzling mixture of blood bay and white, with a mostly ivory mane and tail. Just a few strands in the forelock where the rich ebony of bays.
Her walk slowed to a halt, banner flicking idily over her haunches as gentle brown orbs flicked over the land. She would've called out, but she couldn't. Why? She was a mute. Her language was body language and the occasional snort.
She snorted softly, pawing at the ground wondering if she would even be noticed. And then when she was she would be ridiculed and mocked as usual. Not like she really minded, a couple blows from her hooves would shut up the more annoying creatures after all.
So where was this stallion that had claimed her? He had better be up on his homework too. She didn't want to go through the hassle of trying to tell him her name and everything. Of course the fact that she was a mute would astound him. Why was she a mute? That was a story for another day.

[aggiegirlwv2010]

Jab walked up silently. The bay gypsy vanner mare was pawing at the ground. Hello, Santi? That's your name right. I brought you here because this is an island that would except you and not ridicule you. I know of your being mute but not how it was brought upon you. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Jab. Welcome to Neliae. Jab bowed slightly to the mare.

[Ellie]

Mystika walked up behind Jab, and stopped abruptly. If there was one thing in this world that she hated more than her past was drafts, there, standing before Jab was a draft mare. Her bay auds pinned themselves tight against her skull as she watched the draft, and listened as Jab spoke to her. Mute huh? Well, that takes care of half the problem. The thought was like poison in her brain. She didn't choose to hate drafts, it just came naturally to her after what they had done to her in her past. Mystika shook her tense, bay paint bodice and glared at the strange draft mare that Jab had apparently claimed. Why...why did he do this? Did I upset him? The pain she felt at Jab's choice shined as brightly in her eyes as a star in the pitch black night. Mystika snorted once, then turned on her heels and walked away from the two of them. If he wishes to speak to me...he can come and find me. After a few minutes of walking she picked up her pace into a mile consuming gallop. After a while of running she finally came to the place she was looking for, the cave that Jab had shown her earlier. She walked into the cave a few paces, and laid down with her skull on her fore hooves, and tears running down her cheeks.

[aggiegirlwv2010]

Jab was stunned. Did these two have a past. No, it must be something deeper. Umm. Excuse me for while Santi. I have to take care of something.[/b] he whinnied to the mare the dashed off after Mystika. What have I done?

[Vantha {in college}]

Santi's harks flicked forward curiously watching the stallion. She nodded her dial slightly, to confirm that she was Santi. Good. He at least knew her name. Her face slipped into an expression of confusion. How did he know she was mute?
She snorted, taking a small step back before her attention was draw by a paint mare he seemed to not like her. And sure enough she left and the stallion followed her. Yeah, she was going to be accepted huh? Liar.
She swung around lowering her dial and moving off at a slow walk. Always the same. It never mattered. She should just go find a cliff and end the misery, for now though she would stay in sterling brook and indeed at that thought the vanner lifted into a trot since she wasn't wanted at all.