RAZVANmale // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

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Razvan had not to wait as Encantador’s returning call came nearly as quickly as his had ended. The painted stallion keep up his walk despite the sound of the dunskin’s steady hoof beats growing louder until they stood facing each other. Razvan’s side was covered in sand where he had been laying but in health he looked a lot better. His ribs no longer jutted out as they had before and his coat was starting to look a little glossier instead of the dull scraggly stuff that used to cover him. His eyes spoke much to the change as they were fully aware now instead of the dull golden orbs that once looked upon Encantador when he had first arrived.

He dips his head in a respectful greeting in return before giving a nod of his head to what the stallion had said. “Long overdue indeed” he replied. “I’m feeling better now that I’m not traveling anymore” Razvan said in which he hoped was the beginnings of the recovery from whatever sickness had taken ahold of him. Would it come back? Only time would tell. “Shall we go to the little oasis to talk rather than out in this heat?” The thought of standing out under the merciless sun wasn’t so appealing to the stallion.
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