"They were," the littler figure agreed quietly, looking up at them, watching as the dusty-silvery-colored one sniffed gently at Aqua's offered hands... and then ducked lower, pressing its face into them, nuzzling around for attention. Mallia smiled more, but there was something sad to it.

"And a good many of them liked their hair played with, too." ...Which would explain the apparent insistence, and getting closer, wouldn't it? The dainty unicorn took another short step toward her; Aqua wouldn't even need to lean forward, to reach a decent bit of this one's mane, past its bangs.