So they did not know each other. Aerek nodded, though he did not return the young mare's smile. His green-gold eyes drifted away from her, distractedly roaming across their surroundings, and did not meet her eyes again until her name met his ears. It was not that he intended to be rude, mind; it was simply difficult to focus when he had no idea where he was and his brain felt like mush.
"Aerek. Aeros guide you," the stallion finally replied, tucking his white-splashed chin to his chest and closing his eyes briefly in a polite gesture. His lips parted again, and he almost added that he was new here too, but he stopped before the words could come out. He did not want to tell a lie, even if it was unintentional. Instead he said, "I've just arrived myself. I don't suppose you know what this place is called?"
Though his stance was more or less relaxed, there was still an antsy quality to his eyes with the way they continued to dart here and there. They fixed on Vita Nova's face often, but never for more than a second or two at a time, as though she were a bright light he did not like to look directly at.
AEREK
8; flaxen liver chestnut sabino; 15.1hh |