Mercy liked the looks of the two mares she was trying to talk with.

Raven Field said:

Mercy trotted over to Azealia and 'Hello, my name is Mercy, do you like moving?' she asked curiously, wondering if she felt the same way. Mercy didn't really like moving, but she could handle it sometimes. Mercy's black coat shimmered in the sunlight and the white marks on her face made her look a bit funny.

Falcon Stables said:

Maple watched two members of the herd return and she greeted them 'So, you decided to come?' She asked with a smile.

Coyote stood slightly on the outside of the herd . She watched the others play and talk with each other as she lowered her head from time to time for a bite of the crisp grass. She didn't really want to talk to the others yet. She admired their ornate coats though. They all had amazing markings and made her look...well... plain.

Azealia looked over at Coyote, wondering why she wasn't in with the rest of the herd, so she walked up to her admiring her plain coat and just admired it like a new foal to pasture.

Though she was careful about picking her words, so she walked up confidentely at Coyote and picked up some grass to eat.

"Hello there, I am Azealia, and what's your name?" Azealia asked Coyote nicely, well mannered and quite gentle with how she spoke.

Though she did begin to graze a little more, showing interest in the mare next to her, and wondering how she fared in a race, though she did stop fantazing as she awaited Coyote's reply back to her.

Raven ignored the alpha's remark, and was surprised to hear Azealia's answer come out in such a respectful tone. Looking over at the paint mare, she realized she was just as surprised as Raven was. The black mare really didn't care if they moved or stayed, but just wanted something to occupy her easily bored mind. Seeing that no one was necessarily paying attention, Raven's pale grey eyes searched the area for her new found acquaintance. When she saw her joining Coyote, someone Raven herself had never found time to talk to. The dark mare decided to venture out on her own, heading back towards the large creek the two mares were earlier. It was well shaded by large, old trees. Most likely century old, as mankind never wandered up this far from civilization. The small herem was still there. Ugh. Raven didn't really want to be near that bull-headed jerk, but wasn't going to give him the satifaction of her leaving, and in his mind because of "fear". Such a pain in the ass. Raven strutted over to the trickling water and bent her head. She could feel eyes watching her and that gave her chills. She saw the big stallion approacing her with a smirk. If a horse could snarl and raise the hairs on their backs, Raven would have done it right then and there. But she knew that he warded off easily with the slightest glance from the mare's cold eyes. Her dark ears went back and she stamped her back leg, tail swishing. Normally this would have sent him scattering, but he continued his treck towards him. The mare regarded him with cold, hard eyes, her soft greys turning into steel. "What do you want." Raven said it as a statement more than an inquiry. He seemed stunned by her tone for a moment, then put on a swoony grin and bent his head for a drink. Usually, this would make gals trip over themselves, but Raven didn't care. She rolled her eyes and walked back to her herd. She could see the confusion and disgust at her actions in his expression. She chuckled. No one won her over that well anymore. Years ago, she would have been like any other chic and would have fell for him, but experience taught her better. As she arrived back in the herd, Maple gave her a cold stare, but Raven just strutted through the herd and seeing Azealia still with Coyote, she grazed.

"Oh hey Raven! Your back!" Azealia excitedly said, she acted like a little foal, if not more since she had her tail swish all over the place!

"Having trouble with that stallion?" Azealia unexpectedly asked, she knew since she saw Raven go drink some water.

Though she did wander back over to the water and then splashed around some more, never caring from Maple's cold. hard. gaze.

Though she did walk up to the stallion, she was going to play with his heart a little bit, and that signaled everyone's attention as she acted sweet just to get into his heart.

But once she had successfully got into the stallion's heart, she led him over to the watering hole and dipped her head to meet the water's cold touch, the stallion did the same..

Then Azealia pushed him into the water, the lead stallion mad at her but she shortly left with his mares, having them leave his herd to join their's, Azealia was clever and fast.

Then she apologized to Maple again, if she gave her a yelling though Azealia was a sweet one with other mares, so she just accepted it and introduced the other mares into Maple's herd!

Then Azealia walked back over to Coyote and Raven, she was impressed with how she handled a stallion, though the stallion's mares soon looked at the water hole and he was gone. Probably because his mares betrayed him and didn't want them, so he began to look for other- more loyale mares for him.

"Hehe! Did you see how I just took his mares?!" Azealia laughed, she was still impressed with herself, though she did walk up to Maple stating that the stallion harbouring the water source was no longer there and that the mares could drink and graze to their desire!

Mercy nodded "I understand, people tease and gossip about how I look, it is just plain rude!" "I accept your apology!"

Raven laughed at what Azealia had done. No one had ever played the big stallion like that. The mares looked a bit stunned for a few minutes, but eventually fell into the rhythm of the herd's slow movement across the plains. Raven was glad that the stallion was gone but it gave her less to make a mess of. She didn't know what else to do when she was bored. The stallion truthfully didn't mean any harm, he was just doing what any guy would. Raven walked over to join Coyote. She knew that the mare never really talked to anyone, but Raven figured it was worth a shot. She always noticed Coyote admiring other's coats, but never realized her own shine. She was a beautiful blue roan, gorgeous coloring against Raven's black. "Hello," she said warmly. She looked her over with soft, kind eyes.

Maple's muscles relaxed and she said "You realize I'm just protecting you right? If I don't, I am not a good herd mare. Good job Azealia! You are a worthy member of our herd, just like everyone else, keep up the good work!" Maple walked away with a dramatic swish of her tail.

Mercy watched Maple walk away and thought to herself phoeey, she is tough and maybe over protective? she seemed okay-ish.......... but I am not sure yet, maybe later on I will understand. Mercy looked to Azealia for an answer, hoping she was friendly.