lukasz watches curiously, his attention pulled away from the sweet birdsong, as the sizable mare makes her way out of the water. he is some distance away and can’t help the quiet chuckle that tumbles from his lips at the sight of it. it is a dramatic entrance to say the least, he notes, as she thwacks her wet tail and stands with sides heaving. she looks sturdy and capable however, and so he doesn’t feel the need to offer aid. for some reason he gets the impression that might irritate her anyway…given the mood she demonstrates… he steadily approaches, not changing his course to avoid her and doesn’t give rise to her smirk or comment. he merely stops, his towering dark body sharply contrasting with the bright day, nodding politely in greeting and makes his own deduction. and you, look miserable. he wonders why she has drug herself here, in this state no-less. he knew nothing of pregnancy or foaling… but she did seem near to term if he was to venture any guess…i’m not lost by the way. just… deciding. he speaks nonchalantly, unchallenged by her sauciness. his voice steady and strong but unthreatening. he regards her curiously, his dark eyes unabashedly searching her figure, noting the glassy eye and general air of self-reliance.
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