Lost in thought as he was, Emhyr is deaf to the brittle sound of snapping twigs and the rustling of dried leaves as another approaches. It is not until the wind shifts, his skin tingling where the frigid spring breeze caresses against his coat, that he takes notice. The gale carries with it a new scent, a feminine musk layered beneath the smell of pine tar and decaying leaves. Lifting his head from the river's churning surface, the Bay king swivels his head in an arc, his ochre eyes seeking the source of the scent.

After a moment his gaze settles on a distant figure lurking near the trees. Even from this distance he can feel her piercing amber eyes boring into him, and for a brief moment he is reminded of Fell. She has the same eyes as his father, and it strikes an unsettling chord within him. Was this another of Fell's progeny? he wondered, returning her gaze with an intense curiosity. He was well aware Fell had spread his seed far and wide, but he knew little of his family beyond his own circle of siblings - Khoshekh, Rethe, Una.

With a soft huff, Emhyr turns from the river's edge and slowly makes his way towards the mare, keeping his posture relaxed and his expression amiable. He stops a few body lengths away, unwilling to intrude upon her personal space lest she take a dislike to having him so close.

"Hello," comes his simple greeting, his dark eyes roving inquisitively over the painted mare's face. He is more curious than concerned by her presence - it was not often that strangers ambled their way into his home, after all. A beat of silence passes between them before Emhyr's lips part once again, his soft inquiry falling from his lips and filling the space between them. "Not often I see strangers in my home. What brings you to the Bay?"