He needs to know this place, the islands, what they have to offer. It's all strange, foreign to Revenant. Biomes so encapsulated by... by what exactly? There wasn't all that much sea between them. A strangeness about this place, almost... no. He would put it out of his mind. Surely this isn't any afterlife he knows of. Fate needed to stop playing cruel tricks on him, after all. He hadn't drowned on his way over from the mainland, he hadn't been killed again. All of it was simply strange, and he didn't need an explanation for it. No, it's not necessary. Rev would only hurt his head trying.
Instead, he pulls himself from the sea. Surveying the Commons with his steady, cold gaze. Taking in what he can, and disregarding what doesn't make much of a difference. What does catch his eye, however, is a girl with a blanket not so different from his own. Though a flicker of interest crosses his golden gaze, he would wait. Bide his time. Wait for a reason to approach, as she looked perhaps worse for wear. Though Revenant wasn't one to do the reaching out, maybe... maybe it would pay off. Shaking the sea water from his dark coat, he would spectate for now.
"You'd think if she was having a bad day, you'd want to leave her with some peace." Revenant's tone is stony, watching the stallion as he approaches. Not grandstanding, simply speaking his mind. Watching from somewhere in the periphery, but he wouldn't fully insert himself into the situation. His gaze flickers to the girl once more, curious. Gauging a reaction, while there were still options on the table.
5 years. andalusian x. silver smoky black blanket roan. 16.3.
how you're planning to go about making amends
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