Cause this time's only borrowed,
I got one life and I'm gonna live it right..
Quizzical. Such looks it seems, came hand and hand when it came to meeting new horses on these lost islands. Had none seen a horse of his stature before? In his homeland, horses of his size were scattered from one end of his island home to the other. They ranged in many different colors as well, and of course all carried a nordic accent. It seemed after a few years of travels, he had noticed his accent fading with each day. He had desperately tried to cling onto the one thing that set him apart from those who he encountered, but their words had become his own. Now on these islands his meetings with the locals always began with strange looks and hushed tones. As if he could not hear their mocking and jokes that they so eagerly passed amongst
As she passes such a questioning look towards the massive blue roan, shortly after she tries to make a joke of her answer. Well of course the sea brought her to his shores, but he wondered of the ulterior motive behind her actions. "Do I look as if I do not know the ocean carried you to my shores? I know how the ocean works, m'dear but I would like to know why you are here?" He grew inpatient with such games, he had played this once before with another desert bred mare. Did they all carry such a fiery attitude? Did they insist on playing such games with every horse they came into contact with?
Yet again she focuses her attention on the blue mare. This man keeps you here, he had never been the one to force a mare to reside with him. It was a choice that they must make on their own, he was not here to hold hostages. A snort is emitted from his nostrils at her words, than her next words come as a surprise. petite He had been called many words but petite had never been one of them. "I do not force any of my herd mares to stay, if they choose they may leave. We are a family, so anyone is welcome." A smile traces across his lips. "I would not use the word petite, perhaps handsome?" His smile remains on his lips.
Dark eyes pass between the two mares that stood before him. From K1A1 his massive guard mare, to the fiery ebony mare. K1A1 followed the orders that he provided, but he wondered if she would ever want to make her own choices.
ooc: sooo sorry temperamental muse :(
Icelandic | Grullo | 13.2 | King of the Inlet