| I'M DISTANT IN THOSE HOLLOW EYES |
It was not often that Güneşlenmek left Salem, let alone the border of the Badlands. When he did it was mostly to seek information whether by his own observation or bartering for such information. His intellect and wit were his strengths, and while he could fight in a pinch it was not something he preferred to do. He was quite comfortable in his current position as informer to Rafe, however he found himself thinking about something Rafe had said. "You would be free to take a herd of your own." It was not something that Güneşlenmek was terribly interested in, however he had to admit it could be a lonely life. He'd not always been alone, of course.
He pulled himself from the shallows on trembling legs, unused to the swim. The water clung to his dark dappled coat, darkening it even more. A few scraps and cuts littered his once unblemished coat from the not too distant torrential storm in the Badlands. He was not the only horse to receive injuries, and he had been considerably lucky.
Queen Marceline had been lost to the storm, swept away by the surging rain. Or so it was thought. Her son had taken over in her absence, and though Güneşlenmek had never officially met either of them he was aware of them and their respective stories. He'd seen the once-queen from a distance once, but he'd never been formally introduced. She'd cut an imposing figure, quite unique compared to many of the other Salem residents.
The walk through the trees is quite unremarkable for the desert stallion, at least until he hears the urgent tones of Hollis. “Who – who did this to you?” His ears prick in the direction of them and he changes direction for the pair of them. His gaze falls first on the pale yellow and cream mare. She is frantic, looking around as if she expects danger to leap from the bushes upon them all. His eyes narrow slightly at the mention of sisters. She could be speaking of literal sisters, but based on her language, Güneşlenmek believes her to be of the Peak.
He turns his head slowly to the other mare as he halts near them, making his presence known. His pale gaze is searching and his ears twitch slightly as he searches his memory for why he recognizes her. White dusted red tones. Marceline. Could it be? Güneşlenmek is doubtful but he has seen stranger things happen in his time both on and off the strange lost islands.
"Is it a who, or a what?" His voice is deep, slow and honeyed, not unlike molasses. His neck curls as he tilts his head, gaze flicking between the pair of them. The scent of Salem clings to him, even as the salt water dries along his back. "I did not expect to find a ghost in the common today." There is no accusation to his tone, he is calm and nonthreatening. After all he'd never been one for a fight. |
| |