While he had known Vesti’s fears of traversing the ocean, Orhan had not quite realized just how serious her phobia was. With a mixture of fascination and concern he watched her twitch and jump and struggle to contain the obvious panic rising within her just from being so near to the water; a few moments later his manners caught up to him and he collected himself with a short nod.
“Oh, of course. Come, let’s walk.”
He strolled briskly across the sand and up over the nearest rise, all the while reflecting on what the chestnut mare had said. It did not make sense to him that she was surprised to see him out here, when obviously being out here – so close to the beach – made her so uncomfortable. Evidently she had taken it upon herself to come to the sea with a purpose, but either it was a purpose she could not fulfill with company present, or she had told a white lie and had really come looking for him.
He chewed his bottom lip, and wondered.
Once the sound of crashing waves had become little more than a distant hiss in the background, he turned his eyes toward Vesti and offered her a friendly expression. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?”
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