Meadow

The readiness that tensed her slender build was unmistakable, indicating that she was not unaware of his presence despite the fact that she made no move to acknowledge his approach until it was undeniable. Not there could have been any question as he plodded with slow purpose across the snow-scattered meadow that she was his intended target, there was not another soul in sight and for good reason. Wind whipped by, pulling with increasing fervor at the dark tresses of his mane with enough chill to even reach through the denseness of his coat. His emerald eyes cast towards her and though his entire approach had been engineered to put her at ease the fact that she was moments from taking flight, possibly literally, could not be ignored. Still the heavy words rumbled from his throat and while there was nothing gentile about his voice something he said must have put her at ease.

Not that her misgivings were unwarranted, surely any wandering alone in such places had proper right to be wary of strangers. There was a time when he might have been a threat to her, a mare wandering along even in such a sanctuary as the falls given his instinct had often not cared where he was. Still, time had burned his fires down and memory made an even stronger reminder to not repeat such mistakes. He waited patiently for her reply, though silence seemed to drag on accentuated by the distance between them and the awkwardness that tended to shadow most first encounters so he didn’t press her. Instead letting his gaze wander to their surroundings once more, paying particular attention to the darkening of the clouds overhead and the haziness of the horizon. The storm was growing closer, and while they inhabited the calm before it now he didn’t expect it to last much longer.

It wasn’t until her soft voice broke the silence that he refocused her attention on her, seeing the last remainders of a shudder breaking across her copper skin which was not terribly unlike his own despite its like of white splotches. Her words however are what keep his attention, his ears canting slightly backwards at the revelation that she did not, in fact, have someplace to retreat to safely. He sighed loudly, the temperature having dropped around them and causing his hot breath to hang in the air. “Probably wouldn’t do ya any good now anyhow, I suppose.” He grumbled unhappily, not with her but rather at the situation he found himself somehow roped into once more. “Storm’s movin’ in fast and you wouldn’t make it far even with a place to go like as not.”

He mulled the situation over for a moment, perhaps it shouldn’t surprise him much that she didn’t have a place to go. Close as he was to her now the scent of the sea was too strong for her have been here much longer than he. “There’s a blizzard comin’. No tellin’ how long it will last. The trees over yonder are your best bet, but it won’t be pleasant.” Perhaps he should have been more civil, making introductions and niceties but frankly they didn’t have time and that wasn’t the vagabond’s way even in the best of circumstances. He should offer to accompany her, to provide her use of his knowledge and perhaps even the protection his body could provide in such scenarios, but it was not something he could bring himself to do… at least not yet.