Sakir returns to the Falls for the first time since his arrival to the Isles the previous season. The air is brisk, the early autumn chill hinting at the coming colder months, and the foliage has begun to transform into its most vivd colors. It is a welcome reprieve from the heat of the Badlands, though he has grown quite accustomed to the clime of his home over the course of the past few months.
He meanders through a vaguely familiar path, his thoughts wandering to the conversation with Osiris and plans that had begun here. The sound of the rushing waterfall grows louder as he approaches, a soothing symphony that manages to calm his spirit. As he rounds a bend, he catches sight of a golden mare across quite a distance. Her coat glistens in the sun, a striking contrast against the vibrant autumn backdrop.
Intrigued, the black and white stallion approaches. He walks steadily, his movements graceful and purposeful. As he gets closer, he notices her playful energy, the way she splashes in the pool of water with a delight that is infectious. He can't help but smile, the scene reminding him of the joy that can be found in the simplest moments.
Hello there,
Sakir calls out as he nears, his voice warm and friendly,
I’m Sakir.
He bows his head slightly in a gesture of respect.
The Falls have a way of drawing us in, don't they?
Sakir continues, his tone conversational.
I came here not long ago myself.
He pauses, allowing her time to respond if she wishes. His gaze drifts to the waterfall, the cascading water catching the light and creating a shimmering effect. When he does turn his attention back to the mare, his amber eyes reflecting genuine interest.
What brings you to the Crossing?
he asks, his curiosity piqued.