What you are here to see is not hard to spot. With her purple markings, the beautiful, horse-like creature stands out... But not like a sore thumb, no not at all, she was far to pretty to be compared with such a thing.
Having not yet noticed her visitors, she dashed across the field, bucking and tossing her head in play.
Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she trots to a halt. Her nostrils flare delicately, and she watches you with a warry eye, her ears turned towards you.
"She's a little 'stranger shy'." I smile at you. "Vivi!" I call softly to bring her forwards.
She trots towards us uncertainly, keeping her eyes on you at all times
"There's a good girl." I coo to her, rubbing her forhead, and behind her ears affectionately as she stops before us.
"Who... is this?" she asked slowly and softly with a slight tone of worry, though she was thoroughly enjoying the rub.
"Just a friend." I tell her. "Someone who wanted to meet you."
She snorted her acceptance in response. Looking at you, she still looks a little cautious, but not nearly as much so. "Hello then." She offered. "I'm called May'isle Vivi'occo," she laughed softly, "but my friends call me 'Vivi'."
"You're welcome to stay as long as you like," she continued "your company would be a nice change of pace from Jevellem, one of the melceys around here." With a smirk she added, "That one always wants to 'Gor for a Chevei-back ride!'." Vivi snorted and shook her head as though she thought the whole idea of someone actually WANTING to got for a ride was completely ridiculous... but in fact, she often indulged the pink melcey in her childish wishes, simply because she loved to see Jevellem smile.
