Meemya just stared, shocked. His coat is a very dark blue, almost black, his light brown mane and tail wild and unkempt. His eyes are a bright sort of dirty yellow, with a small bright lime green line near the bottom outward of the irises. But strangely, his entire body,…
Meemya gulped, and crouched down, backing away a little.
"Wh-Wh-What are you, exactly..?" Meemya mews, trying to not curl up in a ball and shiver like a frightened little foal.
She looks down and copies the stance
"My name is midna."
Meemya sits back onto his rear, his forehooves pressed nervously against his chest.
“I-I’m Meemya.” He said, his own curiosity poking him to inspect Midna.