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The day was incongruously warm compared to the last few, though that was perhaps due to the fact that Xaivary had grown accustomed to the breezes blowing to and from the sea over the last few days of being near the coast. She was truly inland once again, drifting into a new sea... of trees. The forest had not yet become particularly thick, but it did block the wind... and while the trees also kept the sun off to a degree they also seemed to be keeping some of the heat trapped beneath their boughs.

She had drifted in the general direction of what she remembered being referred to as "Islagiatt" lands, though it seemed as many knew nothing of the apparently rather large herd as there were that did. So really, she had no idea where she was, aside from the fact that there was a rather pleasant clearing here.

A stream ran through the center of it, and Xaivy decided that a drink was in order. The water was cool and refreshing as it slid down her throat, and after raising her head and flicking the now damp ends of her unruly hair out of the way of her goggles, the mare felt that this might be a good spot for a brief nap.

She dozed on her feet, as was her habit. A lone Soquili would be most unwise to risk getting caught without her feet under her in unfamiliar territory. While she did hope to encounter something unusual today, just because she had yet to run into any of the "unique" Soquili Honey said resided around here didn't mean she should let her guard down. If she did she'd probably wind up getting herself mauled by that Kalona guard or something.

Hmm. That sun felt rather nice on her back. It was most difficult not to be lulled to sleep by that...

The noise had snapped Xaivary out of her doze and she quickly canted her head to peer in the direction it was coming from. Simply because it was heading toward her didn't mean something was after her... usually if something was going to come after you it tried not to make so much noise.

Either that or it didn't think it needed to be quiet.

Xaivary was tensed and ready to run if necessary up until the point that she spotted the petite head and unicorn horn appear out of the brush. What followed the head made relaxing muscles nearly go slack in shock. She'd been looking for something unusual, certainly, and this seemed to have met the bill and then some.

The brown mare watched the white walk in apparent oblviousness toward the water at first with confusion, then curiosity, and then when Numielle seemed to note quite suddenly that Xaivary was there with a mild level of amusement. The corners of her mouth quirked slightly at the name she'd been dubbed with. Fitting though it was for her peculiarly furry lower legs and slightly scruffy appearance the innocent tone with which it was spoken was almost enough to ellicit a chuckle from her.

"Numielle?" A lovely and rather musical sounding name for what Xaivary knew was a rather stunning young mare. Once again she was called a "Fuzzy-fuzzy" and the corners of her mouth quirked. "My name is Xaivary."

Four wings, a horn that looked bloodied although there was no scent of blood; it must have been natural. A petite stature and a tufted tail with spikes upon it? Xaivary was not quite certain what she'd found here, and the white mare's peculiar two-toned eyes pressed curiosity further. And how else to satisfy curiosity but to ask questions? "So where did you come from?"

Xaivary's own peculiar type of social akwardness normally didn't even register, much less bother, the brown mare. In all honesty she cared very little if she was called "Fuzzy-fuzzy" for the rest of her days by that amusingly innocent voice. The white mare's childish innocense carried far beyond what Xaivary had encountered even in the handful of foals she'd met, however, the fact proving itself when Numi quite suddenly snuggled her.

Xaivy was not particularly for or against the action. It was the sheer fact it had happened that gave her yet another moment of shock, one that nearly caused her to miss Numielle's answer to her question. It was only after several moments of stunned inaction that Xaivary moved away, not quite hastily but not in a very casual manner either.

She couldn't even remember the last time someone she'd actually known for a while tried to do something like that, much less someone she'd just met. That it was obviously done out of some sort of innocent affection that the white mare gave to all was the only reason Xaivary didn't shy away further. As it was Numielle had actually managed to unnerve Xaivary a bit, not a particularly easy feat.

"I meant, uh... the wings and the horn and the spikes. Where you came from originally, not just now. Like... your family." It would probably take a few more tries before Xaivy figured out she'd have to out and ask Numi what she was. And a few more to figure out how to properly deal with Numi and her snuggling attempts.

Xaivary was a bit at a loss when Numielle simply followed and snuggled right back up to her. She couldn't recall even in the foggiest sense of the word the last time she'd had someone do anything of the sort. Except perhaps for a couple of lost foals she'd kept company once until their parents found them... and then got yelled at for trying to kidnap them until they headbutted their parents to shut them up and explained things... and she'd not gotten so much as a fake apology.

She shook the thoughts from her head and pointedly stepped a small space away from Numi, placing her nose on the white mare's shoulder to keep her still for a moment. "I'm not used to people touching me..." Realising by this point that Numi might not quite get the message from just that statement she added, "If you could maybe hold off on the snuggles a bit? It feels kinda weird for me." Xai was fully expecting Numi to slip. The sweet little mare just gave her that impression. Maybe they could find an equilibrium somewhere inbetween before things got too akward on one side or the other, at least.

Questions about Numielle's background took on a slightly different light for the mare at the light-hearted description of her mother's forgetfulness. She gathered that "Ezzie-face" was Numi's father, at least, and that both parents had some rather unique physical attributes. "Your mom comes back though?" And her father was at least around. "Do they live around here?"

Apparently it was her turn to be queeried about her background after that. "Well... I never knew my dad, but mom didn't have fuzzy legs so I'm guessing they came from him. My mom forgot about me when I was little and she either didn't remember or she didn't care, I guess, since she never came back." She shrugged and then hung her head down and shook it to dislodge her hat. "The horns are part of my hat. It and the scarf and all I've just picked up where-ever. I wander around a lot."

She arranged the hat on the ground then in a rather complicated looking manuever with one of her hooves managed to get it mostly back on her head. One ear was still stuck under the cloth though, and she rubbed the offending side of the hat against a tree until she managed to get her other ear out. Then she shook her head to try and settle the hat down properly. It wasn't as snug as it had been before but... it would do until she could find some bored squirrels or something. She offered Numielle a bit of a lazy grin when she finished. "I like looking different from everyone else. I get to be me instead of... whatever they think I should be." Shrug.

Xaivary peered at the tail wrapped around her leg thoughtfully for a moment before making herself relax a bit from her urge to shy away at the contact. The tail she could handle. "Not that I don't have time... just... never had anyone snuggle me. It's a... bit much all at once. Tail's okay, though." Perhaps that was a lie... Xaivary's mother had probably snuggled her at one point. Perhaps Numielle was right about her mother caring... but it didn't change the fact that she hadn't come back. Xaivary would never know if she'd been abandoned on purpose or not... and deep down, that would probably bother her for the rest of her life. Not that she ever really let that sort of thing show.

"So your family just... lives where ever they wind up, huh? I guess I do that too. A lot of people have a place they go back to..." She shrugged. "Do you just live where ever too, or do you have a special place you like to stay at?" Xaivary wasn't always this talkative, or this interested in another Soquili. But Numielle's peculiar but appealing looks and demeanor made her feel much more at ease... as well as the way she took Xaivary's behaviors and admissions about her past in stride. Honey had been kind and hadn't seemed bothered with Xaivary's peculiarities, but there had been no real sharing of pasts exchanged. Numi opened up and shared without a second thought, and it was so very easy to respond to. It was inspiring, really, if not something Xaivary would ever do herself.

"A rock?" Xaivary cocked her head at that and then chuckled. "Well I suppose they did want me to be a rock. Quiet in the background somewhere not really doing anything. The people I grew up around wanted to be able to ignore me... and rocks are easy to ignore if you're not paying attention." She looked around to make sure no one was listening, though it was rather for show, and then leaned over a bit to whisper confidentially. "Serves them right for being so stuffy and stubborn. They've missed out on some awesome looking rocks, if I do say so myself."