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.
She was apparently a marble statue that had broken appart and was animated by a blue mist and strange patterns on her form as she tilts her head
His curiosity getting the better of him, Meemya cautiously leaned forward back onto all fours, crouching down as he approached, his belly almost touching the ground.
“M-My full name is Meemya Yemnaz, um…” He mews, slow reaching out a hoof to touch her.
