Frey tended to spend a lot of time in the winters drifting around in the common areas. The Crossing was filled with lost souls, the ones that had no home. Most of the island was pretty exposed, leaving it awfully dangerous. There was so much vulnerability to snow and other inclimate weather, and Frey couldn’t imagine that everyone who came out here was prepared. Though this particular day was fairly mild, there was always the possibility that someone (anyone) would be hanging around and looking for somewhere to be. With the Lagoon’s numbers suffering as they were, maybe he could drum up someone to recruit and bring home.
The sooty stallion’s gaze on the world around him was keen, wide, brilliant. Frey’s movement was flashy. He holds a high, elevated, brilliant jog– all for the fun of it. Even though there was no audience out here, he may as well act like there was. His head tossed. He grinned. A cool winter sun held itself across his back and shoulders, seeming to put all of Frey’s real brilliance on display.
A display that faltered when his gaze fell on… fell on her. It was as if the world stopped turning. Frey couldn’t really tell what he was supposed to feel. She was… she was here? For a moment he squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a great shake, as if to clear it. No, she couldn’t be here. Here, near their rock… no. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be.
Yet when he opened his eyes, the pale mare was still there. Before he can stop himself, Frey calls out. He calls out simply, his voice cracking and breaking in the process. “Talya?” A question hanging in the air between them. After she’d left the last time they spoke, after he’d gone looking for, after all this time… she was here. Was she real? Would she run from him now? Not that he could have blamed her if she did. Still, all Frey could do was call out to her from his distance… all he could do is hope that she’d speak to him. Between them, in his eyes and in his tone, there’s a wordless plea.
three. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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