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Grai’s coat was still wet, but the heat was starting to add sweat to the sea water. It wasn’t the dry heat of Salem. No, this was wet heat kind of what he figured the Lagoon had. He concentrated on getting some of the green grasses rather than the heat. He moved hungrily. He’d forgotten how good fresh, living grass tasted. It was far better than the tough tundra fuzz that he’d been eating. He almost didn’t notice approaching hooves until a rough stallion’s voice called his attention back to the present.

Grai’s head shot up and he met the eyes of the buckskin. He swallowed his mouthful. The tone of the other stallion wasn’t too threatening, but the words were. It almost made him feel like a young colt again and that he had been in trouble. The chestnut knew he was likely trespassing, though.

“Uh… uh… hi,” Grai stuttered as he tried to recollect his thoughts. “I’m sorry. I got thrown here by the storm. I was going for the Crossing. I thought I was gonna beat the storm. Miscalculated. Sorry.”

He gulped a bit.

“Soon as I recovered I’m leaving,” He offered, hoping somewhere in the jumble of words was an acceptable answer. He shook his head. He guessed that didn’t make much sense. He sighed and took a breath. He just had to calm down and think for a second.

a train that will take you far away

GRAI ^{STALLION * FIVE * MIXED * CHESTNUT * 15.2 HH * THE INLET * FATHER TO NONE * BADR X VESTI}