Common

The Badlands suited him perfectly. He couldn't understand Sigurdr's preference for Atlantis. The stifling humidity, dense jungle, and especially the insects... a shudder went through him. He remembered his single visit, a monstrous bug landing on his shoulder, buzzing wings vibrating against his hide. He'd suppressed his revulsion, refusing to give Sigurdr the satisfaction of seeing him panic, and coolly shrugged it off.

Now, he found himself here, dutifully following Sigurdr's lead after his older brother announced his plans to head to the Badlands. His days were filled with tedious border patrols, keeping everyone happy, and other mundane tasks. But sometimes, like tonight, he managed to steal a few hours for himself, and what better place to escape than the Crossing?

He'd slipped away as the evening painted the coulees and ravines in soft pinks and vibrant oranges - his favorite time of day. The air was still and silent, save for the chirping of grasshoppers. He paused at the ocean's edge, glacial blue eyes fixed on the distant green smear marking the Crossing. Stepping eagerly into the surf, the cool water enveloped him, and he swam easily towards his destination.

The sky had deepened into purples and blues by the time he felt sand beneath his hooves. He paused only to test the evening air, his dark-rimmed ears flicking in his wet mane, which now clung to his neck. The scents were exhilarating, exciting the young spotted stallion. He surged across the firm sand, eager to explore.

But cresting the hill, disappointment washed over him. Only a few horses lingered in the moonlight, their backs shimmering silver. He sighed, frustrated, hoping for company. His gaze swept across the meadow and landed on a golden silhouette emerging from the ocean. Interest sparked. She was beautiful, her silver hair shimmering like starlight, her coat the pale yellow of a sunset. His heart quickened.

Shyly, he stepped forward, adjusting his posture nervously. His mind raced with possibilities, things he could or should say. He took a shaky breath and cleared his throat. "Hi, erm, it's a perfect night for a stroll, don'tcha think?" he asked, tilting his head and offering a shy smile and his name.

"I'm Sihtric, and you are...?" Beautiful. Stunning. Mine.