 Evren lifts her nose to the breeze and inhales slowly. Her honey-brown eyes intently search the open stretch of grass before her, but are quickly drawn to the trees beyond. She is here for one thing and one thing only, but she cannot help but take a moment to admire the gold and red foliage of the season. There is nothing else quite like it back home, after all.
The strangeness of this crossing island does not quite have the shock factor it did the first time she visited it, however, and experience has taught her to be wary. Her previous visit, she had been stolen away by a brute of a stallion and held against her will in a land of snow and ice for weeks, all because she had not been mindful of her surroundings.
Evren does not intend to make the same mistake or return empty-hooved again, so she mentally reminds herself not to become distracted. Besides, the wind is cutting against her thin desert coat, and she can already feel shivers threatening to wrack her body. Thus she sets off on her search and follows the fringe of trees at a brisk walk, pausing periodically to snatch mouthfuls of dying grass.
The sun is still high in the sky when she finds him. He is standing where the trees act as a windbreak, as if he had the same idea she did. Evren pauses to appraise his slim build, and her eyes are attracted to the stark splashes of white on his coat, so similar to those she inherited from her mother. She tests the air and, smelling his musk, feels her gut tighten with something akin to longing. He is exactly what she is looking for.
"Hello," she says, and feels nerves tickling her belly as she inches closer. She know she should say something else, but her mind is suddenly empty, and her heart is galloping in her chest. The only thing she can think to do is flash him a friendly smile.
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