"Hmm... I don't know. Not really," Maracuja admitted. "I like it here, and my herd-mates have always been nice to me. I guess I'm easy to please, or I don't have any adventure in my soul, or something." He snorted, but with a smile. "I wouldn't have any idea where to begin looking, anyway. Maybe where these flowers grow, but I've never seen them anywhere around here. I don't feel like going off in a random direction chasing petals when I'm happy here." The stallion shrugged. "I guess it's familiar for me, too. Safe, like you said." He grinned.
"So is out here not safe? We can... move, if you want. If you still want to talk, that is," he offered, with a swish of his tail. She was kinda cute, but it was almost sad to see her so edgy all the time. How did she manage?