There was the sound of hoofbeats on grass, and then there was the reflection of a face in the water, next to his. Aerek lifted his head from the surface in surprise, droplets falling from his pale lips, and turned his head to regard the stranger. It was a mare with striking blue eyes and greyscale coloration.
"Hello," she greeted him, and he blinked in response, his expression blank. Her friendly countenance almost suggested they already knew each other, but he did not remember her. Furthermore, he was certain he had never been here before; there was no way they could know each other, was there?
"Hello," the stallion replied hesitantly. He did not smile, but his green-gold eyes took her in with something like interest. She was so young, he guessed she was freshly mature. Her youth made him think of his own; it made him think what he might have said to her if he was a little younger. But things were different now. He was different. And he felt dirty to even consider it.
"Do I know you?" He was almost certain he didn't, but it couldn't hurt to be sure.
AEREK
7; flaxen liver chestnut sabino; 15.1hh |