Indri glanced sideways. They were at the side of a pond, one that was well-populated at this time of day. Several other soquili were about, some alone and others split off into pairs or small groups. Indri knew that most soquili didn't like talking to strangers at places like these. They mostly came to either talk with the people they did know or they just didn't want to be bothered. Still, they couldn't help but edge a little closer to the mare to take a closer look.
She was fascinating to them. She wore a trail-worn saddle, complete with saddlebags. She clearly worked with humans. They knew that some soquili chose to voluntarily lend their strength to the human cause. Her coloration fascinated them too. They reminded them of a story they had been told as a foal about horses from another land. They knew that they should leave her alone... but they cleared their throat anyways and made a nervous overture.
"A zebra, right?" they asked. "You're colored like a zebra?"
