At the mare's questions, Aerek lifted his white chin slightly and turned his eyes up to look her in the face. His gaze quickly darted downward again, however, just in case this intimidating stranger took prolonged eye contact as a threat.
"Aeros is the god of the wind and sky," he answered, attempting to keep his voice as level as possible as the brisk wind buffeted him from every side. "His guidance is a blessing, and a customary greeting among my people." He paused to see if she would take offense to this, recalling all too well how, in his travels, he had often been greeted by jeers and abuse by horses who did not share his beliefs.
His body was stiff as he continued. "I seek a mare called Dracaena. Her coloration is like mine, but she is more stout in stature, and she speaks a foreign tongue. I was told she had passed through these islands. If I am mistaken and you have not seen her, I will be on my way."
AEREK
8; flaxen liver chestnut sabino; 15.1hh |