Bolero

The elegant stallion of Andalusian heritage took high steps into the prairie. His dark eyes washed over the terrain, taking it all in. This wasn't exactly like his old home, for the grass was too tall and colorful. Nevertheless, it didn't bother him at all. He actually thought it was... Pretty.
Sighing deeply, he bent his neck down to graze on the shorter blades of grass, uprooting them with his strong lips and leaving nothing but stubs in their place. It's would be lying to say he was bored, but he certainly didn't look like the happiest pony out there. He wasn't even a pony, but a purebred Andalusian horse. Now why he was here, was just for him to know and you to find out.

Elsa

Elsa walked silently through the prarie. She looked about herself, her earthen eyes stering around her. She loved the prarie, it was open, and simple. There werent too many colors. She spotted another horse, stallion, not too far away, but she did not want to go over to him, she did not want to disturb him. She then bent her head down to the ground and began nibbling at the grasses, her earthen eyes never resting on one thing.

Bolero

Bolero, as this stallion was known as, ket his head lowered to the ground. He relished in the feeling of the cool breezes lapping at his mane and tail. The sun, partly hidden behind the clouds above, gave him just the right amount of warmth. It was a lazy day, to say the least. Dark, but calm and easy.
He was about to take one of his many more bites of grass when suddenly, he heard the sound of far-off hooves. He couldn't tell then whether they were headed toward him or not, for they had stopped before he could register what was going on. He looked up, and that's when he saw her. Another horse, this one a mare no doubt, grazing just beyond his resting spot. He wondered if she knew where he was. He had somehow stumbled upon this valley, and had no idea of what it was even called. That was Bolero for you.
So then, clearing his throat with a strong rumble, he tossed his dial and released a neigh, calling loud and clear for her. Once his announcement was finished, he picked up a smooth even trot, headed toward her, hoping his presence wouldn't be a burden to her. When he was about a few yards away, he halted, and bobbed his dial. "Hello," he began, his voice fairly deep but full of youth, "I am known as Bolero. May I ask who you are?" he then added, auds flickering, nares flaring. He hoped she knew something of this place, and whether or not he had to get to know her first, he was too curious of where he was.

Elsa

Elsa looked up at the other. She bowed her head slightly to him as he aproached. "hello" she spoke in an almost silvery tone af voice. Her earthen eyes carfully loooked him aver before she continued. "I am Elsa" she replied. Her black tail swished at a couple of flies. She had an odd looka nd air about her. As if she were not just a horse but a part of nature.

Bolero

Bolero watched her intently with those black eyes of his, though they were still able to remain soft and calm. He gave a light sigh, drawing in a deep breath and then smoothly letting it out. "I was just wondering if you knew what this place was called?" he asked then, thinking. He was speaking mostly of the name of the prairie. He figured it must have something to do with the grass and the fact that it was a prairie, but he couldn't be sure.

Elsa

Elsa smiled. "Tall grass prarie, I beleive", she replied. Her earthen eyes looked about her at the grass. Then she looked back up to the other.

Bolero

Bolero gave the mare a nod at her words. "Thanks," he stated, sighing. Then his eyes looked out over the prairie once more. "Would you happen to know of any human places around here?" he then asked, hoping he wasn't shooting off too many questions. He felt more were to come, with his overly-inquisitive mind.

Elsa

Elsa looked at him..."there are a couple areas...why do you ask?" she infact was actually on her way to find a home for herself.

Bolero

Bolero looked at her, once again giving a nod. He then was a bit startled at her question, but then he figured he shouldn't be. After all, it probably wasn't everyday that someone asked if they knew where humans were. But Bolero longed for the companionship he had lost.
"Let's just say I have my problems," he began, not quite enjoying talking about what happened. He had been so stupid, to just get up and leave like that. Now he was here, asking a total stranger for help, and he didn't even know how the humans would react to him. "Now, where are these places? I should be heading along soon," he finished, ready to take directions.

Elsa

She looked at him. "well, I don't really now exactly, but I was actually just on my way to find myself a home.."
She sighed and then looked once more at the other.

Bolero

Bolero was ready to leave, but the mare's next words made his auds droop a bit. So, she really didn't know where? He gave a sigh and flicked his banner. "With humans? I've just got here, so I have no clue where anything is." he stated, auds flickering, eyes looking around. He didn't know where to start looking for humans-- they could live anywhere.

Elsa

Elsa thought for a moment then perked up a bit. "maybe we could search for a home together..." she smiled sweetly.

Bolero

Bolero looked at her, wondering why she would think such a thing. Had she lived with humans before? He couldn't be sure of any of these 'wild' animals, if she even was wild. He wasn't, at least he didn't view himself as such. "Perhaps we could." he stated with a deep sigh, unsure. It could either help or hurt. "But where would we start?" he then asked, another one of his dumb little questions.

Elsa

"Well I have heard of this place just a bit away... my friend phantom went there...she seemd to know her way around pretty well...maybe we could find her and she could help us."
She then smiled at the other.

Bolero

Bolero looked at her curiously, though he hadn't expected her to bring someone else in this ordeal. However, he simply bobbed his dial and sighed. "Sure, I soppose." he stated, flicking his banner and lifting a fore hoof. "Well, time's wasting!" he then said, ready to go. This place was a bit unnerving. "Where would she be?"