What in the world could make a brown-eyed girl turn blue? GALE

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free Somehow, it had never occurred to Gale that there might be other travelers on the road as well. It takes him a moment to adjust, a blank look settling onto his blazed face as he thinks this over. Fortunately, she’d used this pause to look him over (and so perhaps missed the awkwardness), and Gale shakes his blue head for a moment. Mirroring her relaxation comes naturally,  and though Gale hadn’t intended to find conversation here, he accepts it without reluctance. This is something new as well. “Bonjou. ” The pegasus replies, and though he doesn’t mangle the first word, the rapid way he switches back suggests that he knows the word only as a greeting for an Ischian. The waters between his home and the rest of the island are frequented by nereids and other aquatic horses, and Gale has found that the greeting sets them at ease, indicating that he, too, is of the islands. “That name was a mouthful,” he replies, but gently. She does not seem old, but she speaks in a way that suggests her looks are not to be trusted. Gale, who shares that quality, inhabits a body that is not quite seven winters old. “I had to ask the fairies several times to rename it, and I think they only gave in because they were tired of seeing me.” He shrugs, and it seems clear he thinks this a perfectly reasonable explanation. There is no understanding great magics, after all. “Where are you heading?” He asks curiously, looking back the way he had come. To the common lands, he guesses, but waits to confirm before chattering on. Restraint is new for him, but he is trying. @[Ionia]