Were it not for the fact that she was a mare, Kune might have felt as though he were looking into a mirror right then, what with the fascination on her face that was not unlike his own. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then opened them again, but the dark vision of the stranger did not disappear. And, strangely, there were tears brimming in her eyes - crystaline drops as real as any he'd seen before. Yet still he doubted. The coincidence was too great. Besides, he was in a strange land... Who knew what strange spirits lurked among these islands?
Kune had thought he would never again hear his native tongue leave another's lips, so hearing the mare speak again was like a physical blow. The creases of confusion in his face deepened, and his weary mind raced to comprehend what she was asking. Was it possible she was a relative who had heard what happened...? His eyes roamed her appearance, searching for any familiar features, but - other than the fact she carried herself like a Moudrost - he could not see any signs of his family in her. Kune swallowed against a lump in his throat and lowered his eyes, suddenly remembering his place.
"Omlouvám se. Nevím, o čem to mluvíte. Mohu se zeptat na vaše jméno?"
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