| at her acknowledgement of him, and her question, lukasz steps forward. he smiles easily, with childlike amusement at seeing the cascading water up close. he has always enjoyed beautiful things. he glances at the mare beside him, whose refinement and color is a huge contrast to his massive dark body and convex profile. he wonders where she had come from, having never seen a waterfall before. the desert perhaps? he had heard of such places.. covered in sand. nothing like the vlast…like the motherland. his tenor voice is gentle and laced with amusement as he answers her question.it is vodopád… a waterfall. where did you come from before the isles? his eyes shift back to the water, and he feels he could watch it fall over the rocks forever. the sound, a gentle rush in his ears, is soothing. it isn’t long before the sound ushers in a memory and despite his effort to block it out he can feel his mind pulling him back…. there were three of them… and his sestra, Božena…. when they were young and were still allowed to play together instead of train they would play by the banks of the river. his bratri would chase him and pretend to fight, tousling him roughly until he was so tired he could barely stand. Božena, his senior by a couple of years, would let him catch her just to see him smile…. he missed his rodina… he has forgotten himself for a moment, lost in time, but her introduction pulls him back into the present and he looks back to the golden painted mare who also has an accent, albeit much different than his. charlotte. i’m glad to meet you. while his words aren’t particularly strange he has a formal way of speaking, coupled with his heavy accent that some would find odd, but lukas is proud of how much of the common tongue he has learned in the past two years. especially not having made many friends.
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