B O N D U R A N T
He had startled her, exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do. He found his size a hindrance in almost all cases of first impression. He tended to tower over most and that combined with the sheer mass of his size seemed to strike uncertainty and sometimes fear into the observer. Truth be told, unless driven to it purposefully he was a very calm fellow. He assumes the widening of her eyes is fear as his presence and not amazement at his appearance; he always leapt to the worst possible assumption. His ears perk forward to try and catch her words, mumbled and quiet as they were. Seemingly her family used to live here and momentarily his thoughts go to Dynala. He had not seen her in recent times but she had also come searching for her father. Was it possible the two were related?
The idea of asking the painted mare crosses his mind, but it would not be his place and at that time the familiar form of Fayte emerges from the low hanging branches of the willows. He was glad for her presence, she always knew what to say. “Ello Fayte,” he said quietly before she continues speaking about the vastness of the willows here. In truth every tree in the Forest fascinated him for one reason or another Btween their different shapes and textures to how their leaves grew and the way their branches hung. It was one of many reasons he loved it.
Marina, as he now knows her name, joins the conversation easily and the barest glimpse of a smile appears on his lips. “I’d wager most of tha trees in this forest are related in one way or ‘nother. Ahm Bondurant and this is Fayte,” he drawls easily, nodding to the chestnut at his side. No doubt she could have introduced herself, but this only seemed proper. “Who were your family?” he questions, his best attempt at continuing the conversation. It was one of his better attempts in sad reality.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
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