Zaquar | Early Summer
Haywire's grin grew wider at the mare's last statement. Her tone grew more and more uncertain as she spoke with him. It filled him with an odd delight. Most others he encountered usually ran by now or attempted to fight him. This mare was quite peculiar and a nice breath of fresh air.
His skull head cackled in reply to her statement. "No, I am most certainly not from around here, but I believe that is easy to tell at a glance, don't you think, Honey?" he said with an emphasis on the "Honey" to make it clear that he was not expecting a response from here, just simply pointing out the facts.
His attention moved from her to their surroundings. If she was speaking to him or doing something to get his attention, he would not have noticed for he was quite preoccupied with taking in this little spot. The way he looked at the surroundings was someone deep in thought. He seemed to be taking in every detail of the place. Marking everything in his mind. His skull head gently clacked its teeth together as both the heads looked around, taking account of everything that could be seen and even things that are hidden. Once, a flame shot out of the nose hole in his skull as he stared off in the distance. Finally, once he was done looking, both his heads looked at eachother, nodded once and faced her.
Haywire looked the mare dead in the eyes and said in a deadpan tone, "You don't live here, do you? It's awfully boring." The stallion took one step towards her and gestured with his skull head at the entire area behind and to the side of the mare.
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