15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet
Spring and sanity had renewed what the winter had stolen from the stallion. The bitter cold winds of the tundra seemed to have taken the shine from his white and buckskin pelt as well as the meat and muscle from his bones. Lack of company in his homeland only doubled the man’s natural shyness and uncertainty around others. But now, spring had given live to the growth of his home. He had eaten his fill while the sun brought out the shine in his coat again. Meeting others of the islands had began to bring a sense of pride back in the stallion’s heart. He could stand now, the white shining bright, and his shoulder high buckskin socks shining like gold. Still shy, he felt like he now had something to offer the world instead of a broken horse with an empty land.
The gypsy had ventured once again to The Crossing, after having met many interesting individuals there. Not only had he unexpectedly met his neighbor, but he had met mares who had been strong even in their broken states. The twinges of fear and nerves still pulsed through him even as excitement held unease at bay. Ever since he had made up his mind to call a place his own he had felt a shift in the energy around him. A shift in the energy he felt in himself.
Today he had come to the Falls. It was a place he had not been before on Crossing. As he looked at the tumbling and roaring waters he regretted his lack of exposure to this landform. The Inlet had rivers and streams, the terrain occasionally broken by a geyser, which was a wonder in itself; but there was something to be said about the feelings looking at a waterfall could stir in someone. Sounds of the roaring water filled his ears while the quiet gypsy rested by the rocks. The velvety soft ears were back and relaxed in his thick white, grey, and black mane, but quirked at the voice that broke over the beat of nature beside him.
”Pagan. Stallion of the Inlet herd. Was his automatic answer. The ease of which it came from his tongue startled him. Blinking in surprise, he shook his head to look at who had suddenly addressed him. For a moment the awkwardness gripped him and he blinked uncertainly at the painted mare. It had never happened that someone had approached him, it was weird for him not to be the first to say hello. It seemed as though they skipped that step and he was unsure about how to proceed. ”And who are you?” Thrown off balance by this encounter, his naturall charm that took him so long to muster was somewhere buried in his old habits of solitude and quiet.
PAGAN
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