The last mare, Ambrin, is more friendly and open, to the extent of giving you a cow lick. Blushing slightly, you attempt to smooth your hair as she beams and continues talking.
"I'm so glad you're here, it gets terribly boring around the forest when nothing new happens. Where do you come from? How long are you staying? What's that you're wearing, it looks like something I would eat, for goodness sake."
After listening to Ambrin chatter for several minutes, you manage to politely excuse yourself.
