Another mare, soft red and goldish cream in color with strangely curled ears, is about as tall and willowy as Sirius. Noretide trots up to her, nuzzling briefly. She tilts her head at you, taking you in, sniffing interestedly.
"My name's Bryse." Her voice is unusually low and rather difficult to hear. Noretide gives her another nuzzle, and then nudges you away, whispering that she's a bit shy.
