NARAZYCHYLYK
A warm breeze drifted through the common, ruffling the cream stallion’s pale, thin mane. He stood with the sun on his back and his hoof cocked, the cogs in his mind ever turning as he tried to decide which line of enquiry to follow first. Did he stay on the crossing and speak to the horses that roamed around it? Or did he begin visiting the islands to see what information the established herds had? That could be risky, he noted. A strange stallion turning up unannounced was not always welcome – was rarely welcome in fact. It would serve him better to gain an invitation first, yet, gaining invitations and trust took time. He didn’t suppose he was in any great hurry, but his current lack of progress was annoying at best and frustrating at worst.
His green eyes scanned the common land for some kind of sign from the gods or just someone who looked like they had half a clue as to what was going on in the islands. Perhaps he was in the wrong place, he thought to himself. The common was mainly a place where horses new to the island congregated. He had hoped he might have run into established band horses trying to recruit new blood, however. He flicked his long tail and snorted. Obviously the god were not on his side.
16.0HH SEAL BROWN CREAM
AKHAL-TEKE STALLION
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