Falls

Ailill

stallion~Gold Cream Champagne Sabino~15.3hh

The steady rumble of the falls slowly started to lull the man back into a relaxed state. The mare before him did not appear to be grievously injured, nor did she bolt at his obvious approach. His concerns soothed for the moment, he took another step forward and shook himself out, releasing the built up tensions. She looks over at him and he stills for a moment regarding the pale tears that seem permanent on her ebony face. His tail swishes through the air as he studies her. Through the dark he could still notice that her eyes stood out shining white as though they were stars in her midnight face. Still, she looked at him in a way that told him she knew exactly where he was. Curiosity tickled in his mind, but he would not call attention to it unless necessary.

She spoke words and names that were unfamiliar to him and again he tried to take a closer look at her through the misty air.. Details of her black features were obscured by the darkness of the night around them, though he made a note of the fact the name she stated had a similar feel to it as ones Shararat had uttered, and vastly different from those Bjorn had said to him when they had first met. Su Ata? He parrotted to her. Shaking away what he thought was irrelevant he focused on the things he felt he could address. Though her body did not show it, he could imagine the strain of kicking through the harsher waves and the pokes and prods of the trees she had moved through. Even if these things had not been true, the cold was slowly starting to bite through his moistening pelt and soon it would grip both their bodies.

I have not seen or heard any other mares lately, and the seasons are changing soon, making traveling alone dangerous. He shifted uncomfortably. There were customs on Crossing he was not proud of that others wantonly engaged it. It sickened him when other stallions came to ‘claim’ a mare. Looking at the woman who stood before him, his heart twisted at the thought of someone taking her away from the chance of being able to find her sister if she still survived. He let out a small uncomfortable huff, and pawed uncertainly at the ground beneath his hooves. Usually he was able to meet someone under better circumstances. I know you just met me, but please trust that this island is not the one you want to spend the winter alone. I have a home. ...a warm one… if you would like we can go there. Come spring, I would be honored to help you look for your sister. Fight for her sister, if need be. He blinked in surprise at himself and chuckled, trying to lighten the fear. Uh… my name is Ailill, by the way. I give you my word I will do what I can for you. It had been a while, and he was out of practice talking to mares. Particularly in the dead of a cold night. Slowly he reached out and blew gently at her, while still trying to maintain a respectful distance. Never was he one to intrude, or force, or push. Merely inviting. Always inviting.