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The enormous mountain of blackness comes out of the shade of far off trees and she blinks as her eyes adjust to the difference of shadow to confined form of flesh and bone. He is impressive, that much is fair to say, but her short self is hardly encumbered by enough nerves to find that impressiveness daunting. Instead, just like the ocean she’d swam or the mountains she’d climbed - large is just a greater competition within herself for succeeding.
If he’d chosen to fight, she would not have balked. If he’d chosen to skulk and slink, she might have tracked him down out of sheer spite against the challenge of ‘his not being seen’. As it was, she evaluated his energy. He came with peace she’d rarely seen and with at least enough politeness to care if he scared her, much less the slight bob of his head that seemed to act as a greeting action. "Not startled, I only just barely caught sight of you in the trees. I am Cromer."
Her own head tilting bob was done to mirror his, thinking the action might be traditional in this land as a greeting. He is thick headed, thick necked, thick bodied, thick legged. Everything about him was so much larger, yet his nature seemed to give her a sense of peace rather than how some in her travels had instigated wariness instead. She generally appreciated that her gut had a good sense about others she met. "I am a bit of a voyager myself, you see, but I just arrived and I know I need to find someplace that would give me a good place to tuck in when the weather turns bad--" looking at the trees, "the trees seem the sort for a place that tends towards snow in Winter."
He’s young, handsome, kind enough and polite enough, to risk asking him. "You wouldn’t know of a good place to set roots, would you?"
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅