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Azariel stared out at the meadow directly in her line of sight. The deep green grass shifted easily in the wind and were any Soquili hungry, they would find quite a delicious morsel awaiting them. At the moment, Azariel was neither hungry nor looking at the grass. Her mind was elsewhere, turned more into herself, than outside.

It was becoming a bit of a common practice. Her mind would drift off at odd itervals, she could be doing anything and it would simply spiral back to a certain stallion, no matter what she had been concentrating on before. It was becoming rather tiresome and she had no way to deal with it other than force it away-which merely made it force its way back more often.

His leaving did little to help the situation and his promise to return in a month, even less so. She had a single month to figure everything out, and that was very, very little time indeed.

Green-blue eyes shifted as movement was sighted in the corner of her eye. Turning her head slightly and becoming mildly annoyed as a mass of hair decided to move into her vision--hair which was tossed out of her eyes with the same annoyance--she managed to catch a glimpse of the other that so happened to come into the meadow.

What she could see of the other Soquili, for indeed it was one and a mare if she had any sense, she was quite content to use this meadow to snack on. Azariel's gaze slipped downward for a second to look at the grass before casually looking over again.

She was tempted to go over and greet the other mare, but the thought of distrupting another's meal added to the fact that at the moment, Az didn't really care to do much of anything, she just didn't muster the energy. So with a shrug, her gaze shfted away and back inside of herself.

So her presence had been noted? Well, at least she had something to actually do now. Being pulled from her thoughts was always fun. Flicking her tail once she turneda raised eyebrow to the other mare.

"As I was here first," She pointed out casually, "It is more of you happening upon me." She shrugged, not that it mattered to her at the moment who happened upon whom, "But I apologize if you think I was staring at you, I wasn't."As far as she knew, she hadn't even been looking at the other, her apology was just politeness shining through.

Azariel managed a smile and bobbed her head back in greeting, "I'm Azariel. It's nice to meet you, Katarina." She replied softly, taking the time in this simple greeting to get a better look at the mare.

She was rather...uniquely coloring, the stocking that covered her from hoof to flank were varying shades of purple with an interesting lace design at the top. Azariel had never personally met anyone who looked like her, but that wasn't to say she wasn't beautiful in her own way. Personally, Az wouldn't have minded having that coloration on herself, sometimes it was a bit clear when she was too plain.

"What brings you to this place, Katarina?" She asked finally, canting her head to the side a bit. She was allowed to be curious at this point, no harm would come from it.

Azariel smiled back, "Then you can call me Az," She replied smoothly, extending the same bit of informality to the mare.

She shrugged a bit, "A mouthful they can be, but they give others a chance to make up interesting nicknames to prevent themselves from having to use full names." She pointed out, just because she could. Normally she wasn't one to care very much.

Azariel blinked once at the shift in conversation--not that it was an abrupt change, she just wanted to gather her thoughts. "Me? I..." She looked around and the meadow, remembering the solitude she had had until Katarina had come, "I'm just here to think." She admitted, sighing.

Azariel shook her head, "No, I have never met anyone by that name," She blew a stray strand of long hair out of her vision. She really needed to get it cut. "I suppose you mean that we have the same nickname, then?" She asked, glancing at the other mare before tossing her head to get the hair out of her eyes completely. As usual, it didn't help a bit.

Az grinned despite herself, "Ah, I can see where nicknames wouldn't be very fun when something like that happens." She grimaced a bit, "He tried to butcher my name when I first met him. Lousy male." She mumbled absently. Turning her attention back to the situation, she shrugged, "Maybe it's to show affection?" She suggested, unsure of how the other mare would take to such a comment.

Azariel shook her head, a bit embarrassed, "No, no, it's nothing. Nothing incredibly important. It's just....confusing, annoying and altogether baffling." She sighed again, "But when I think about, that's nothing new." She laughed softly, "Ah, ha, ha, I must sound deranged or something." She admitted once more.

"Oh..." Again, neither the name nor the desrciption rang any bells, though why anyone would use a fake name was beyond her. The other mare's compliment was a bit surprising though and Az could feel her lips twitch upward, "I'm glad to be of service, then," She replied, with mock-seriousness.

Az groaned softly, "You're telling me," She replied, sighing, "Honestly, we were having a good time and then suddenly he starts bringing up children." She stomped a hoof in mild annoyance, "He pulled that out of thin air, I swear--" She stopped and realized that she was going a bit off subject, "Ah, I'm sorry." She mumbled, quite embarrassed by her actions.

Azariel laughed softly, wondering who she was being compared to, she had never met someone else she would consider in the deranged department. Her tail flicked again and she fell into silence for a bit, debating whether or not to say anything on the subject. Telling all of her problems to someone she had just met was not necessarily the greatest idea.

Finally, she managed to say, "It might have to do with that yes," She admitted, "And he can pronounce my name well enough now," Her ears flattened in mild annoyance, "Not that he does very often."

Azariel snorted, "He expects me to eventually have them," She responded calmly, rolling her eyes, "He even had the gall to say I'd look a bit better if I was a bit more plump because of it." Just remembering that entire conversation irked her. She wasn't particularly fond of anything down that line of thought in the first place, his talk of wanting children-and apparently quite a few-had thrown her for a loop.

"He told me that if we ever wanted the relationship to be more than friends, that I would eventually have to agree to have his children," She explained a bit more clearly to both herself and the other mare. She shook her head again and tried to calm herself, "Our relationship is not even close enough for him to consider that," She rumbled, anger turning her voice just a bit harsher, "Now matter what he says about anything."

She raised an eyebrow at Katarina, "So, he chooses not to call you by your name and gives you a nickname instead, just to tick you off?" She smiled faintly, "I'd say he just does it to see your reaction." She could say that from experience, Cael did it all the time.