Zevulun pointed his ears at the pretty mare and found it was easy to pleasantly smile in her company. “That’s alright,” he promised with an ease in his tone, “I’m good enough with companionable silence, if that’s more your speed.” With anything Zevulun said to a new mare he spoke with, there was an air of flirtation in the underbelly of his tone. He simply couldn’t help himself, since he’d first noticed how different the fairer sex was and made him feel. Of course, were it not reciprocated, he wasn’t put off from their company. A little silent longing was kind of good for the soul, right?
“I am,” Zevulun said, nodding his head. “I was born in the northern most island, Tinuvel.” He said, gesturing to where that frigid place lay miles away. “I just returned after being away for years. So I sort of know a thing or two about fresh starts.” He offered her a smile.
“Have you heard of these islands before?” Zevulun wanted to ask her what she’d needed a fresh start from, knowing what he had and what change it had already brought to him. But, seeing as they were still strangers, he decided to keep the really deep, personal questions to himself. Not everyone wanted to venture into life stories and lessens learned shortly after saying hello for the first time.
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