All of Vera is mild. So it goes, really. Though it was still summer, autumn was closing in and quickly. She wasn’t really sure how she’d handle that, but Vera would take it as it came. The tender hearted creature was glad for something to change the pace around here. The pale, painted creature that stood before her was smiling. That was a good sign, right? He remains respectful, keeps distance between them. At least so far, he is no threat. If that changed… well, Vera could yell for Bacardi, could yell for Valka, right? They’d come. They had to come.
As the stallion pulled himself from the sea, he apologized. Vera had done the same when Bacardi had approached her for the first time. An apology from her, seemed natural. From him? Her brow furrowed. He wasn’t lost, which had to mean he knew exactly where he was. Born here, what a concept it was, to have such ties to the place in which you were born. What a concept it was, knowing where that place was. To have a home that called you back so strongly? Honestly, Vera could feel a bit of awe growing in her chest. Her dark eyes settled on his face for a moment, wide with curiosity.
“Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt,” the meek creature took a step back, suddenly unsure of herself. This moment, the things he was feeling-- they were private things, right? She could only think so. Vera was sheepish, gaze flickering from the stranger to… well, to anywhere else. He had to be cold, coming out of the sea as he was. She cast her gaze to the treeline, feeling a breeze kick up. It carried the promise of the coming winter, a chill that raced up her spine.
He wanted to ally himself to the Bay-- that made sense. “I can call for Valka,” if he’d been surprised by Vera’s short stature, just wait until he saw Valka. The sooty mare had only seen her in passing, at her careful distance, but the shieldmaiden made her feel less alone. “If she can’t get here right away, then I’m sure her second will. Bacardi should be around,” the last bit was more to herself than to the stranger, trailing off as she cast her gaze over her shoulder. It was a high whistle that Vera let go, not necessarily loud but one that should carry fairly well on the breeze.
It was that stiff breeze that kicked up once more. “Do you want to wait somewhere that’s less exposed to the wind?” The pale man had to be cold. Heck, Vera was cold and she wasn’t the one that was soaked to the skin, just emerging from the sea. Softly, she inclined her head toward the treeline. It would offer cover, while still being in view of whichever lead would come to greet them. “Um, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Vera.” She’d been doing an awful lot of talking without ever offering her name. Once more, she feels sheepish. Carefully, her gaze settled back on the stranger.
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