Whistle listened to her words, nodding faintly. "I thank you for your compassion, your well-wishes, and your friendship... They mean much in this strange land, I am very grateful."
The indigo-coated mare bowed her head regally, smiling when she straightened once again. Yukina's thoughtful silence stretched for a moment, then the mare made a different point. Whistle sighed softly.
"Sadly not, at least, not yet... I thank you for the offer though... He is a groundwalker stallion the color of starlight on mist, a silvery blue hue with white glowing markings like mine.. A short tail and curling mane, both are black with narrow streams of silver running through them... He has kind silver eyes, and is friendly to all he meets..."
Perhaps not the best description, but it would have to do. Maybe luck would be on her side, or Yukina's... Or even his... It all would amount to the same thing.
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