⬩ Voyager ⬩
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He approaches and she finds that she is rather glad of it, happy to have chosen a place that was so much safer than her past places of respite from travels. For the first time she begins to wonder if perhaps she could bear to be less of a wanderer. Her people were a roving kind, showy but always on the move. There had been some that had found a central city in which all of her kind were welcome - stationary inclined horses made up the bulk of it while other ranged and only returned when the census was called.
This could be her Tortuga. This place could be the safe port in which she could settle and take small ventures out into this new place. She was not old, nor was she too young, but she could see the benefits even in the flesh mountain that approached her as she woke herself enough to standing. "How did you rest Cromer?" he asks. "Better once you chose to lay beside me," she admits before a small yawn quiets her.
"It is a lovely place to wake in the morning."
A compliment she heartily meant, her steps bringing her alongside him, "What would you have shown me if I had not needed a rest after that two-times-over swim?"
OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅