Common

He blows out an amused breath. “I suppose I am,” Kendry replies, thinking of the many mares he’s encountered here both as a youth and now in his prime. Even when he was a bachelor he’d made no attempt to bring mares home with him to the Lagoon, content with conversation and a casual lay if she were willing. His life has not much changed since repudiating his status as a member of the Lagoon. He studies the slight concavity of the golden mare’s profile before his gaze slips over her golden cheek and beyond, and then his ears catch the sound of another’s approach. Kendry turns his head to regard the new arrival with curious blue eyes. It is a stallion coming to join them, of course, unable to resist the temptation of a mare in this particular meadow.

Kendry’s pale head dips in an equally shallow nod as the tobiano acknowledges him and then settles into their company with casual familiarity instead of the masculine posturing he was expecting. The newcomer addresses the mare by name and Kendry’s eyes flick between the two, wondering what the exact nature of their relationship is. He props one hind hoof up on its tip and listens, his attention heightened by the mention of Tinuvel. Land of snow and pine and life, everything (almost) he’s ever wanted. It seems impossible for a horse to make fate bend to their own whims, but he understands the appeal of such a notion. Who wouldn’t want to control life’s plans for them, or believe they can in any way influence what fate has decided for them?

Kendry does believe one shouldn’t sit around and wait for fate to sweep them off to wherever they’re meant to be, and so he springs upon this opportunity with a vigor he hasn’t felt in weeks. “You’ve left Tinuvel?” he asks Tavas. He gathers the other stallion leads one of the three territories on the northernmost isle and does his best to gauge the tobiano’s character as he continues, “I’ve been tempted to venture there, myself. Tinuvel’s climate has always sounded appealing; never snowed enough down on Luthien for my tastes. Too cold for you?” he directs this question again at Tavas, curious about what has drawn her to the Crossing Isle and the Commons in particular. He looks between the two as he introduces himself belatedly: “I’m Kendry.”