Slowly the mare moved forward, the giant en angry sea used as a background. With every pas she makes she moves like a ship, slowly going up and down with the rhythm of the waves. It was clear that the mare was there, she really was a presence. One that you wouldn’t miss very fast. In fact the mare was friendly, one that don’t shut her mouth quickly. But with strange horses then sometime she is not that much speaking anymore. She was brutal and provocative. Not one of the rules. The mare always looked for adventure and she always find it. She had beautiful markings all over her body and she had enough assure.

She know the story’s very well. It were always the same story’s. But they tell the story’s like the best, they changed their voices great and it doesn’t care how much they tell the same story, they always found a way to take you in their story, like you was really there. ,,The land of the blue moon, huh?’’ Then they always smiled, all the same, mysterious and exciting. ,,The land of the blue moon is cursed, you can call it ‘the curse of the blue moon.’ Sounds pirate like isn’t it? Well I have to say, the shades of the blue moon are pirates. They take everything. ‘Take everything you can, give nothing back!’ That is what they always say. You can’t hide you, they find you. With an reed they will out your blood. Every month the moon colors blue, then there is no one to protect you anymore, then the only thing that can protect you is the herd, but you will never be totally safe for the cursed shades of the blue moon. They have better senses, believe me. The only thing they want is your blood and fear in your eyes.’’ Of course was the story not totally true, but there was truth in the story and that was what made her going to this place. The adventure of the blue moon called her and she response to the call.

The stallion had brilliant blue eyes, she had to admit that. He had a brown coat with brown mane and tail, white markings where painted on his coat, at his nose, his belly and his legs, the paintings were not that special, but they were in their own way kind of charming, though. The stallion looked wise, he looked like he was always in the mood to safe naïve and stupid horses who were going out for adventure without. So she stared at him a little, while he was walking forwards to her, with a charming smile on his face. Blanca swiped her tail on her flanks. She stand still and look at the stallion with a new kind of interesting in other horses, the nickering of the stallion give her the interesting in the stallion.
'What's a spitfire of a mare such as yourself doing all alone on a night like this?’ A little smile could been found around her lips. ,,Well, I can ask you the same, you’re the one that comes to me though.’’ Her voice was brutal and provocative, her voice has its own way of charming. ,,Bút, good hearted as I am I will tell you your long-sought answer.’’ She promised the stallion. ,,I went crazy in the place where I was before I went to the land of the Blue Moon, I heard stories about this cursed land and well I have to say you I’m a mare of adventure, I can’t sit still, so I went to this place, ended up in the Minanter and now I’m here, in Orlais. So in fact my story isn’t that long-sought’’ She smiled. ,,So what’s a stallion like you doing here all alone?’’ She remembered him of her first words.