his first adventure to the crossing hadn’t made lukasz any more confident, but it had deepened his desire for company. the two mares he had befriended were both destined for lives elsewhere it seemed, but he found a small happiness in just talking with them at least… he hopes that now, with the weather more amenable, he would be more successful in finding someone the share his residence with. his large black hooves clatter against the pebbly shore as he pulls himself from the water, sides dripping with salt-water. the massive black stallion looks imposing and powerful as he gives a shudder, flinging water away from his body, and breaks into an easy trot inland, but he is all softness and shyness in truth. the air around him is pleasantly warm, not as hot as it had been getting lately on the isle of salem, and he feels a sense of quiet optimism blooming at the potential of the day that lies ahead. when he reaches the inland area of the common, lukasz slows to an easy walk, plodding somewhat aimlessly. the closer he gets to the bustling figures of others, the more the towering stallion starts feeling out of place, a strangling sensation quickly overcoming his earlier positivity. his soft dark eyes drift across the sprawling open land, half-heartedly searching for any prospective companions, and he stops in surprise when they land on a familiar figure. his first reaction is to lower his large convex head, a likely failed attempt to be inconspicuous… he wonders what had befallen kirova to end up back here? while he hadn’t gone out and officially welcomed her to his home to live, he certainly thought he had related that he could be counted on as a friend and that she could seek him out. doubt is quick to fester in his mind, and a feeling of unworthiness… but when he thinks of all the lonely mornings and evenings he has spent in the badlands he knows he couldn’t just turn away from one of the few faces on the isles he knows. if anything he felt honor-bound to make sure she was okay. lukasz stretches out his neck slightly, offering a gentle whinny to the shining brown mare. in a gentle cadence his long limbs shuffle toward her, stopping respectfully a length or two away. he offers her a timid smile, unable to stop his dark brown eyes from sweeping over her body. part of this is the easy attraction he feels toward her, a young and pretty mare who had shown herself to be kind and easy going at their only interaction, and another part is concern. the stallion can’t help but feel some small measure of worry about her circumstances. he speaks softly, low voice a gentle rumble. ”i hope i’m not disturbing you… how have you been kirova?”
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