Meeting Ginny

The grass is cool and so is the evening air. Where the stars begin to shine, Lavis finds them to be once familiar. A few decades ago it was that she lived on earth.

Until she found her way home. 

But sometimes she makes the trip to earth. To show horses, mainly. Or to acquire a new one.. such as today. Lavis sits on a sturdy branch of an old tree and peers into the twilight. A horse to catch her eye, one to connect with- the search may take its time, but Lavis is nothing if not enduring. This matter is one that requires all the care.

Eventually, a long maned and very fluffy looking pony draws near. It seems a bit… aloof. This might be the one, Lavis feels. Not quite knowing why this is- there's this gut feeling. Lavis’ chest seems to hum; she has felt this before, once, when meeting her dear Pudu.

A calm has settled over the woman, perched up so high, as she watches light coloured pony. It's a bit like gazing at the moon, she thinks. A soft wind rustles the leaves and tussles the ponies long mane. A fairy knot here, some leaves stuck there. 

The forelock moves and reveals a crescent shaped blaze. 

Lavis finally decides to slip down the tree. Her feet meet the soft grass, she moves carefully. Hopefully, this will not startle the pony.

The latter doesn't initially notice that there's two legged company to be had. Gaze still aloof, the pony stares into the distance. Perhaps watching others of its kind, or maybe nothing in particular at all. 

Lavis makes a bit more noise with her next few steps, which manages to alert the equine. Its ears swivel, its eyes look at the visitor with something of awe and shyness. It carefully sniffs Lavis’ hand, then looks at her for a long time. Its eyes are kind, perhaps a bit naive. Eventually, the pony huffs and slightly lowers its head. Lavis takes this as an opportunity for a closer look. It's a mare, about the same height as Pudu back home. There's little spots on her face, looking just like freckles. It gives the mare a lively look.

Lavis waits for a while longer, she softly hums a little song. This wakes the mare's interest, it seems she quite likes it. She even allows Lavis the first few pets. It's a new and wondrous thing, this type of attention, the mare finds. The visitors' hands happen to be perfectly shaped for petting creatures. 

Lavis’ hands slowly move from the mare's cheek up to her forehead, where the crescent marking is hidden beneath a long, somewhat unkempt forelock. But Lavis knows it is there- the look she got was brief, yet unmistakable. 

She moves the forelock a little and begins to trace the marking, over and over. It's a steady, gentle movement, rhythmic with the woman's humming. Leaves rustle in the wind. Crickets begin to chirp as the moon starts to rise. A waning crescent, similar to the mare's marking.

Lavis eventually stops and gives the mare some room to process and breathe. This may just have been the ponies first encounter with a person- not even a human. Though Lavis masqueraded well as one to be here, animals had a tendency to tell. By scent, for sure.

Meanwhile, the mare looks a bit dazed. In this, she is most adorable. Her expression is blank, gaze wandering to the sky. It seems like she often bears this sort of face, and either way, her eyes were both unfocused and yet full of wonder for things she couldn't grasp.

Wind once again tussles the mares mane, she huffs and finds herself focusing on the visitor once more. It seems the concept of pets is starting to be cemented into the ponies mind, as she slowly moves her head towards Lavis. It's still a bit unsure, but there lies something akin to budding adoration in the mare's eyes. 

Lavis’ heart skips a beat. This right here, it is one of the many reasons why she adores horses so. She reaches for the mare's forehead and continues to pet and hum. A minute becomes ten, ten half an hour and then more. Time passes, moves and yet is lost. The crescent moon shines above them, bathes them in its dim light. Calloused hands that pet so softly braid a bell ribbon into tangled mane. 

When the time comes, a crowd of people awaits the herd's arrival with bated breath. Hoofbeats mix with the jingle of a multitude of bells. Ponies' manes and tails are adorned with colourful ribbons. Among them is a light coloured mare, who seems dazed by the hubbub. A bell ribbon jingles with her every step.