Like a lost soul brought back from the afterlife, the white figure drifts across the Commons, and at first he did not think she was real. Never before had Vadim saw a mare, or even a stallion, of her coloring and could only assume she was nothing more than a ghost. But as she continued to pass others by, he cannot help but find himself slowly following. Where she walks brazenly for all to see, Vadim stalks in the shadows instead. His size and pale color swallowed in darkness so that he is no more than a wraith to her pure light. But when she is completely alone, tucked away at the edge of the Commons for no one else to see, Vadim cannot help but to move closer. To slip free of those shadows and step into her light.
“Are you real?” He cannot help but ask as he finally reaches her. His ears tilted forward and his green eyes alight with curiosity. Vadim’s nares flare, drinking in her scent to find it does exist. The feminine perfume laced with the salty tang of the water. “I’ve never seen anyone like you before. Where do you hail from?” Surely she is something wholly different. Maybe even something from a totally different world than the one he barely knew anything of outside of the Crossing.
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