Hoshor Plains cowboy like me

The yearling rose, and Fancy lowered her head to inspect her scrapes, chewing thoughtfully though she had nothing in her mouth. Nothing too serious, she thought, and she used her soft, stubbly lips to dust some of the show off where Mallow couldn't reach. 

An ear flicked at her question and she drew in a breath, exhaling it over the yearling's withers. "The god of all horses," She said, lightly surprised that Mallow had never heard the name before. "Did your herd not have a Dreamspeaker or a Storyteller?" She asked. "They're hard to come by, and good ones are even harder to find but still," She breathed, surprised. "I would have thought everyone would at least know the name Equus." The world was a changing place; their lore had thrived, once, but it seemed to dwindle now.