as old as your omens
This close, the draft would needed to have been blind not to make a note of his excitement, Fei huffing out a soft laugh as she takes a half step back to provide the boy with more "wiggle room". She's not surprised when he says he's newly arrived as well and though he's at a perfectly normal age to have struck out on his own she still wonders at it. Even she'd left home for the first time with two of her best friends in tow and that had been so many lifetimes ago she couldn't recall the last time their paths had crossed. It seems a shame that he's here on his own. Fei finds herself shaking off his apologies with a dismissive roll of the shoulder, already thinking ahead. Even if he'd been a native of these lands there'd have been no reason to apologize for not knowing every inch of the place and besides - that left plenty for them to discover together.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine, it was a good warm up if nothing else." she replies, both surprised and a little touched by his concern. It's enough for her to make up her mind about him, nose darting forward again to press lightly against his neck before she's turning and beckoning for him to follow with a switch of her tail. "Come on, I can show you."
She leads him through sun kissed fields and still leafless forests to the coast where the wind is blowing warm and salt soaked inland. It whips her mane forward and back like a playful child and she turns her face into it with a pleased noise, striding all the way down to the water line where the wet sand was more inclined to hold under her weight. It takes her a moment to orient herself before heading north a ways, eyes scanning the horizon until -
"There! You see? The rocks." she calls, nose pointed out to sea to the spot where the ruins rise up out of the blue. She studies it for a moment, caught off guard. "It's larger than I thought it was; the spot I woke up on didn't really have much of a view."
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ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu
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