On the crisp autumn winds his scent teased her, luring her senses to follow and seek the barely glimpsed sir that had made himself known those too many days ago. It was silly that she should miss someone that she had only met so briefly, yet those wise words and gentle tones had been impossible to forget. Taytim and Taika had done well in keeping her occupied in the time they had spent together, talking or leading the buckskin mare about the terrain in the best tour they could manage for one that could barely see. But they had not been there to fill all her hours, something she was secretly thankful for despite her appreciation for their easy company and friendship. It was a world away from what she was accustomed to however. She could not have been more grateful, yet she had spoken more in those days than she had in months. Sometimes the familiar silence was a welcomed breath of fresh air in which to organise her thoughts. Or in the case of Pagan, confound them all the more.

And here he was. She could not quell the joy that slipped through her heart that he had not forgotten her. After all of the dismissals, all the snorts of disdain over the years her shapely ears had captured as her failing was noticed... She had never wished to be a burden, yet withdrawing herself was one thing. Being spurned was quite another. But not he. Her kind hearted stranger had returned, and even if it was only to trade a few words before she was left behind once more it warmed her to know he thought enough of her just to do so. It was a kindness of an altogether different sort to that which the mother and daughter had shown her. And her starved heart allowed herself to look forward to his presence just briefly.

Over rocky earth her hooves carried her carefully but swiftly, with the grace of one who had long grown used to such wary travel, casting her hazy gaze over the terrain in her constant effort to make out any pitfalls. But she would not be slowed. A small smile formed as the duos words rang through the air to greet the stallion, followed by a twang of guilt. She had learnt from their tales not all mares upon the Peak were so accepting of a stallions presence roaming so close. So their comments were reassuring. But instantly after the golden lady realised by their call that he must be within sight, shadowed limbs stretching out further carrying her on to that masculine scent keenly watching out for that pale splash that might reveal him against the background. His greeting on the air brought a softer echoing from her feminine chords, unable to remain silent a moment longer.

There was no missing his greeting touch as finally that pale bulk was glimpsed against the paint splatter landscape, ebony dipped nose extended out so that he might meet hers without fearing she night miss any such gesture of his own. ”Pagan.” His name left her lips with more warmth that it should have for one she knew she needed to keep some distance in herself from. But it spilled out without thought, ears twisting towards him offering her full attention. A small slither of laughter escaped her at his reference to their earlier meeting, head tilting towards the background sounds of the pair as they withdrew a little distance realising she had been left alone to greet the stallion. ”My fairy friend and her mother have been very kind. But whether by chance or their guidance I have not met with any other Vulcans,” she answered simply, dark tail flicking across her sides as she hid from her own shyness in focusing upon his words. ”I am glad however,” she admitted, ”So long as they do not mind me spending a little longer here they do not need to bother themselves with me.” She would not be a dead weight on their herd any more than she would any others.

Dipping her head slightly Amica found herself subtly inhaling the males scent, drawing a small step closer to the warmth of his frame. ”I did not think you would come back to see me. I am glad you did.” The confession slipped bashfully from her velvet lips as cloudy eyes fixed on a dim point upon the earth, avoiding looking to the steed even if she could not make out a single detail. ”Have you been well?” she asked swiftly attempting to move on, tossing her raven mane with a soft snort into the cool air.