[private] but its wonderful to see that it never phased you

[Tarian]

She looks even younger when she apologizes and there is the memory of his mother, reminding him to temper his manners. There are others out there worthy of Tarian's anger but no lack of sleep makes the girl before him deserving of it. The dark filly drops her head and Tarian exhales, his dark nostrils flaring deeply.

It would seem he was not the only one keeping company with the stars the night before.

He flares his wings out wide and with a respectful distance still between them, Tarian gives them a silent shake as she speaks. The water trapped between his damp feathers beads and flicks away, some back to the surf where they belonged. As he draws them back to his sides, she continues to speak (though he notices the stifled yawn and has to battle back one of his own). She is a new arrival to Loess, which is why he didn't know her face. There were quite a few new arrivals these days; Tarian had noticed a palomino one with another one of his compatriots, Ashhal.

The pegasus continues to listen and as the sun continues to rise, the shadows stretch longer from the rocky outcrops along the beach. It makes Tarian - a stallion born in a tropical, humid climate - want to move away from them. The filly leaves the end of her statement open-ended for an introduction and so he says a little gruffly from his lack of sleep, "Tarian." Once that name had meant a few things: former Prince, a promising Commander, an-almost Disciple, and here in Loess, it means Champion. He doubts that most horses know this though. Tarian certainly doesn't mention it (apart from Altissima, but that had been to purposefully goad her into consciousness).

"There are some caves towards the west," Tarian motions his head towards the rolling hills surrounding them and the red-rock formations that guard them. It inclines towards a pass where one set rises other than its neighbor across. It's not where he rests but he thinks that the girl might like some privacy. He'd seen a vacant nook or two during his patrols. "These hills can get a horse turned all ways around," he adds. Giving his neck a final twisting shake (though still a distance away from her that it shouldn't get her wet), he moves away from the crashing surf. After a few steps, he stops to look behind him. They won't find @[Cheri] a place to rest if she just stands there. "Coming?"