Desreal: Present!

OOC| thanks for posting it up here, I kept loosing this on the page. <.< <3

Loti could get lost in a place like this.

A pale ghost, she stuck out in the pleasant green of the glade, her shining coat catching and reflecting any sunlight which landed on it. Her head she held low, as she delicately picked her way through vegetation, moving with gentleness and care. This land, it looked sacred to her, not often disturbed.

Loti was not a frequent visitor to Desreal. It wasn't often that she left the comfort of the sea, whose waters had called to her in a voice she could not ignore. When she did, it was to lurk in the serenity of the academy, whose wide gardens had taken on the feeling of a second home. The mare wasn't much in the habit to leave her comfort areas, but-- that was the point of this exercise, wasn't it? To meet, to befriend.. to go places she wasn't in the habit of going.

On one hand, part of her objected, rebelled, didn't want to do it. Distrust and wariness were strong motivators, particularly when past experiences gave them credence. Another part of her, however, wanted to learn, to gain ranks in the academy, to be the knowledgeable and wise creatures the apprentices and seers would. If she hid away in her safe shell, she would never do that, could never do that, could never be an asset to her class or her kingdom. Kemush had assigned this task, her respected teacher, and so she would do it. A deep part of her craved company, anyway. It craved trust, and she had ignored it for far too long.

And that was why she was here, deep in Desreal. Seeking the company of a rogue, and hopefully not one who would send her off with bleeding wounds.

A shift in the wind brought a new scent to her nose- the scent of another horse, a stranger. She altered her direction, finding the source of the scent and following it. It wasn't long until she spied another horse, and slowed, approaching carefully. The other's voice floated to her, though the statement was rhetorical, not directed at her. Nonetheless, she continued her approach, ears forward, head lowered slightly so as to not seem threatening. Wary instincts told her to leave, told her this was not the thing to do, no matter her assignment. But, she ignored them, looking carefully at this stranger.

"What have you lost?" Loti asked carefully, stopping a few yards from Acacia and raising her head slightly. "Maybe we can find it, again."