Rhadra may see herself as unremarkable, but Kestral looks upon her as she looks upon him. Kestral sees everyone in this way, and that is what makes him different. Kestral appreciates the beauty in everyone and everything. He gives thanks to the earth. He listens, and he watches. Kestral is an observer.

He believes the goddess of fate has bestowed upon him a special gift of sight. See, in his dreams, he walks as if unbound to his earthly body. He can see things about those around him that even they may not see. There is a passage, and though the mists of time may ripple and warp the vision, if he can focus the eyes of his soul just right, images of the future take shape beyond the veil.

Perhaps everything he believes is all imagined. Maybe all he is is a sharp observer. A lot can be gleaned from the subtle nuances of behaviors and expressions. Kestral is innately in tune. This could be a reason he gets on with another species so well. He can speak in subtleties understood by all creatures, and not just horse-kind.

Or maybe what he believes is truth. That there is his mother earth and his goddess of fate to guide him. He is a tool, guided by their whims, and for his willingness, they have bestowed upon him the rarest of gifts, visions of knowledge not yet known, and companionship in the most unexpected forms.

Is he a a holy man? This, he can answer with confidence. "I think we all can be holy if we are quiet enough to listen to what the Gods have to say." Kestral does not believe himself special in anyway. His flesh is of this earth and someday he will return to the earth, as every other creature should. His is nothing but sinew and bone. The rocks that hold these mountains, hold him up too. His hooves, hard and streaked like eroded mountainsides are proof enough of that. There is an energy in everyone that too, comes from the earth and from the sky above. Kestral has taken the time to listen, to become aware of life, and what it truly is. Anyone can do the same. All they have to do is listen.