15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


Dark gaze looked over his visitor with interest when he said he had been from this island. The land was as old as the earth itself and had seen many changes. Not only had the seasons of the year been constant, but so had the seasons of life and existence. A land that was home to one became foreign to that same soul with the passing of time. An island such as Tinuvel would be a place that changed as frequently as those who thought they could call it their home.

He wondered vaguely why this stranger had come live on another island instead of stay in the place of his origin. One ear flicked for a moment in concern and he shifted his weight in mild uncertainty. Some in the world were tricky, but this man seemed genuine in his story and the vanner relaxed.

”I do not know of the Cove, I am sorry.” Those deep tunes were genuine, as were the dark eyes that peered at Asche through mismatched locks of mane. He looked over his shoulder at the horizon of his home and his tail swished while his mind wandered. For nearly a year he had walked the terrain, feeling the earth beneath his hooves and learning how this land worked and thrived, or died. There had been a number of times where visitors had come to this island looking for answers the man was unable to give them. He looked back at Asche and sincerely hoped in someway the other stallion would be able to find what he was looking for, if he was even looking.

”You are welcome to walk through the land, if you wish. If you bring no harm I promise none will come to you.” He kicked his buckskin hoof into the rocky sand and stepped aside, welcoming the other into his home, but his eyes still cautiously watchful.

PAGAN