Death is only the end if you believe the story is about you
He's hard to miss, part because he's large (which is something they have in common), and part because he's the only other horse she's come across since washing ashore - but mostly because he was very obviously making a beeline for her. She stops in her wanderings and turns to face him but it's clear she has no fear of his approach. Large as she is, it takes a lot for her to feel threatened and something about the brightness of his dark eyes and the eagerness of his strides makes her think she might also be the first being he's come across in a long while. So she waits, ears perked in interest and expression one of curios welcome. As he gets closer, she's surprised to realize he's actually quite young. Given his size she'd assumed he was...well, maybe not quite her age but older for certain. When he comes to a stop a respectable distance away the pale mare can't help the way her smile warms and widens. While he may have been a stranger, it was obvious he was also quite sweet so she doesn't wait for him to speak to close the distance between them. He'd come most of the way after all so it was only fair Fei took the last few steps, head dipping ever so slightly to bump noses as he introduces himself.
"My name is Fei, I'm glad to meet you." she offers in return before she turns her head to gesture back towards the shoreline she had clamored up some hours before. "I swam here but I was somewhere else before? It was an island but...not a full island. There were rocks, it was out to sea. I'm not quite sure how I washed up there."
She doesn't yet know what the ruins are, but her description of them is recognizable to anyone who's either been or was aware of their existence. She's also near enough now to scent the linger smell of ocean water still trapped in the whorls of his coat, leaning to the side so she can dart a glance behind him as if expecting someone else to come trotting over the rise.
"Have you been here all along? Or are you also from somewhere else?" she wonders, honestly curios as she turns her attention back to the stallion before her.
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ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu
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