he had finally managed to disembark from salem… though weeks had passed, no months actually, since he had first stepped foot on the isles, lukasz had yet to seek any company from the fairer sex. at first the task of finding a suitable home had consumed him… he avoided the northernmost isle, tinuvel, thinking it would serve only as a miserable reminder of the life behind him… and instead found himself residing on the shores of a land so different than anything he had ever imagined. salem was worlds away from the vlast, the motherland, with waves of sand instead of a sea of trees… and a dry heat that caused a thirst in him he could never quite quench. but for now, it was home. the large stallion, towering at just over seventeen hands, had wandered from the falls toward the open area of the commons. though a bout of anger and irritation, mostly with himself and fate in general, had driven him out of his comfort zone, that energy had leached away with the cold seawater on his trek. now he only felt out of place and awkward as he watched others mingling. he is distracted from those feelings, for a second, as his eyes catch sight of a mare moving inland with intention. his soft dark eyes study her windswept appearance. he imagines that she is new here, to the isles. his heart begins to pound loudly in his ears as he contemplates approaching her. lukasz remembers his first few days here.. he had spent them contemplatively and alone, as he spent most of his time… but how he would have liked to make a friend. as the mare drops her head to eat, he thinks perhaps she might like one too.. and he could even offer her a home, if she desired it… he is self conscious of the difference between him and most of the other equines that inhabit this place… he sports the mark of the královská krev, his bloodline…a distinctive roman nose. his immense body is also a trait of his people and the black coloring. in all the years after the disaster he had never seen another of his people. never seen another from his rodina, his family. nor did he expect he ever would. and that is why he had to do this. he had to move forward with his life. lukasz sucks in a determined breath and steps out at a quick walk, heart racing nervously in his chest. his lips part, about to announce his presence to her politely, when another calls out… he hadn’t noticed the tall black mare approaching. the three of them are about equal distance apart but the friesian moves more quickly than he. the stallion pauses with uncertainty, flashing a nervous glance back toward the sea… he had barely worked up the confidence to approach one mare…nonetheless two… but he wouldn’t dare succumb to the cowardly desire to hasten away from them… his stride does slow a bit, his steps a little more timid as he approaches, but he doesn’t turn back at least. with his head held low his lips part in a quiet nicker. he stops a few yards away from them, respectfully, and his dark ears perk, barely catching the words of the ebony mare. he doesn’t know whether to introduce himself now or wait until the bay has a moment to acknowledge her first attendee, but he feels silly standing there without offering his name at least. ”i am lukasz… i thought you might be alone and wanted to offer my welcome…” he directs his attention at vasilissa then, “the thicket is on the isle of luthien i believe?” he has an accent, which comes out more heavily when he is nervous, but he fears making small talk is the only way to survive this encounter…
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