Eire. Zevulun frowned with thought as he repeated the names of the islands to himself and shook his head once he was through. He shook his head, white-cream mane falling at awkward lengths on either side of his neck, as short-grown as it currently was. As days passed it would grow longer and longer yet, but everything of his body was still working toward maturing to the specimen he would one day be. “I haven’t heard of Eire.” He concluded, though he kept his voice level rather than the playful tone it’d held to before. Zevulun might have never left the island he was born on, but Mariael had once told him of the unfortunate time she, their father, and Maziel had been pulled from Tinuvel for half a year and worried they’d never make it back. “There are five islands, including this one, all within swimming distance.” He repeated the lesson. It was all information he’d been instructed on in his youth, important to know.
But the bay mare changed the direction of the conversation and Zevulun, a slave to her attention, immediately forgot everything about lessons and islands and focused completely on the pretty little thing before him. His eyes were bright and his smile hung on his mouth, almost put there in disbelief to think he was so lucky to have a lovely new companion so soon. In excitement, his tail flagged off his haunches and he shifted his weight, trying to expel the energy which had suddenly coursed in his veins.
Her question, however, made him still. Zevulun blinked for a minute and then flashed a grin. “Nah, it’s not mine, not really. My sister Mariael is Queen here, but I’m part of the guard, so I keep the place safe.” He appeared happy at this, as he’d been told time and time again how important the duty was which Mariael had raised him for. “It does mean I get to invite anyone to live here though,” he trailed off with a knowing look and a deeper pull to his grin. “Especially pretty little ladies who washed up on our beach.” Clearly he’d been unable to keep himself in check for too long, her bold remark as to needing a home had excited him enough that he simply had to make certain she knew how lovely he thought she was.
His eyes widened, realizing he’d been so engrossed in her he hadn’t introduced himself. “Oh! I’m Zevulun, or Zevu if you prefer.” He tilted his head, eyeing her curiously. “What’s your name?”
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