Alpenglow’s painted coat barely had time to dry before she met the first inhabitant of these mysterious islands. Scrutinizing blue eyes freely sweep across the form of the black stallion trotting towards her. There’s no buck teeth, wonky eyes, or deformed limbs, in fact he seemed perfectly unremarkable. Some might even call him handsome. She makes note that his coat was also wet with seawater, which probably meant that he didn’t live on this island. Did he call another spit of land home? Or perhaps he was drifter?
Her facial expression softens in response to his friendly nicker and she is pleased by his respectful distance. It was good to see that these foreign horses had manners, or at least this one did. It would be interesting to discover what customs had been created out here. Emhyr introduces himself and asks a basic question. His forwardness was not offensive in the least, if anything the painted mare preferred it when things were straightforward and to the point.
In response Alpenglow courteously dips her head towards him, “My name is Alpenglow. I have just arrived here from the mainland.” For a moment she turns her gaze back in the direction from where she had traveled. She could barely see the cliff where she had been standing earlier that morning poking above the waves. In truth she was still amazed that she had swum all that way without drowning. “Would you mind telling me a little more about these islands?” She asks curiously, bringing her eyes around to meet his. |