15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


Dark brown eyes looked over the desert pair, the stallion’s heart dropping with their hopes. If he had the power he would have found their sister for them himself. It seemed as though fate and destiny had been unkind to them. Not knowing who they were, where they had come from, not their pasts, he still could not help but feel sadness at the stallion’s loss of family. For a moment he lingered on his own history. He knew what had happened to his kin, he could not imagine the feelings of the unknown. Would he have searched over land and sea for the sight of their skin as well? Or would he just as soon as given up and believed them lost to him for ever. Could he be sure those burned bodies had been theirs?

White ears flicked to the pair before him. The wind blew and he shivered slightly from a chill that had nothing to do with the weather of Tinuvel. He took a step back and to the side, physically welcoming them into the rocky and brush filled tundra. ”I am true to my word, I have not seen her here, but if you would like to look you are more than welcome. Unsure of what else he could do for his visitors, he scuffed his hooves against the rocky shore, feeling the earth shudder slightly as a geyser shot steaming water and steam into the air.

PAGAN