Ararat wasn't sure exactly why it pleased her the red duns stallion was as alien to these parts as she was. Maybe it was because, even after her years spent in the wilds of these islands, this was someone who shared at least part of her plight, her story. Nahawi hadn't been born of these lands; the salt of these oceans did not lace his blood. Ararat had felt adrift for so long; it was just nice to find someone with a similar tale to be told. She could have met anyone who might have the same background, but here they were, walking beneath the stars and falling snow together.
He returned the question, putting the proverbial ball back in her court. With a warm smile and a gentle shake of her head, Ararat declined. "I am not. I came from somewhere across the sea." That was the statement that kicked off the rest of their conversation. Conversation flowed easily into the night as they walked and talked together. They exchanged some selected portions of their stories to share, which would come to show they had been quite similar indeed in some ways. The night passed gently that way until they did finally part ways sometime before dawn. However, time would tell in its own unique way, that this parting was not the end of their story.