There's supposed to be another mare in this area, where Sirius pointed you, but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. Looking around, puzzled and scratching your head, you practically trip over a tail protruding out from under a bush. There is a startled whinny, and a tiny chevei mare leaps out, looking around wildly. Not exactly unsurprised yourself, you catch your breath and have a look at her. She is greenish blue with brown spots, and is so small you wouldn't think she was a chevei at first glance. Noticing you, she tosses one of the long loppy ears tangled with her mane back away from her face and snorts a little.
"Watch where you put your feet, clumsy," she mutters, preening.
Apologizing, you ask her her name.
"I'm Alex'm. And don't make any comments about my size, either." She pouts childishly at you. "Everyone's a critic." Even though you haven't said much of anything, she seems mortally offended.
Sweatdropping, you move on to the next mare.
