“Hell yeah!” he says. “Nothing sounds better than a tour of the islands. I haven’t been to any of the others. What’s Atlantis like?” he asks, imagining something mountainous and cold. Kendry adores the winter, has no idea it’s on Psych’s list of hated things, and wants to find a place that’s cool year round. The Crossing isn’t bad but he wants more snow and more cold. As big and hairy as he is, Kendry finds that kind of climate more comfortable.
He’s about to express this when someone stumbles through the undergrowth and literally lands on her knees before them. He studies the bay mare as foreign syllables roll off her tongue and she attempts to collect herself. It takes a moment, the mare apologizing in a familiar language by the end of it, before she is standing on all four feet again. She’s tiny. Kendry eyes her long, skinny legs and wonders how fast the mare can run. He’d be left in the dust for sure.
This is the second female he’s met, excluding his dam, and her demeanor is vastly different from the bald-faced tovero from the Meadow. He imagines the blue-eyed flirt falling and a grin stretches his lips; no way would anyone be able to make that look sexy. “Remind me to tell you about the white-faced fox later,” he says in a low voice to his brother before surveying the mare again with his blue eyes. “You all right there?” he asks with mild but genuine concern. |