His smile warmed as she turned about to look properly at him. Excitement pounded away the beating of his heart, but Zevulun did his best to maintain a proper air about them as they spoke of pleasantries. The way she worded her answer immediately told him she was likely not of the Mainlands, as she clearly knew the area they stood in was named for the waterfall whose edge he stood at. He was curious, then, where it meant she lived and whether it meant he’d possibly make a friend he could visit in the same way he’d met Björn and been able to travel to Luthien.
“Zevulun.” He replied. “My sisters just call me Zevu, so you’re free to do the same if you like.”
Introductions aside, he could not push away the curious thoughts that had come to him initially. “It feels as if you aren’t a stranger here to these islands, as most I’ve met in the Falls are.” He said, blue eyes bright on her. “Is it safe for me to assume you live on these islands?” Zevulun would find it somewhat tragic to learn she lived somewhere with her lucky stallion, but as much as he was a romantic at heart who fell for nearly every mare he met, he was quickly learning lessons in humility and respect and when was best to flirt and when wasn’t. Mariael had joked and told him releasing him onto the islands would make him a hormone-driven pest like the world had never seen, but in reality, meeting so many new faces and learning their stories was teaching Zevulun lessons he’d never before considered.
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