Perhaps Gilda is unusual among the continent's horses. She doesn't wear bitterness or fear or hatred across her shoulders like the heavy mantles that others carry, but she recognizes some of them in the briefest flashes across his face at her approach, that wariness quickly covered over by glossy, empty, friendliness. She says nothing, his reasons for this arm's-length affability are written all over his body.
She wonders what happened to him and resolves not to ask in the same moment.
His request is an odd one; to find his missing companion. The little that Gilda knows of companions is that they are pieces of your soul made physical, and it seems to her that even blind as he is, the horned stallion should be able to find his feathered friend no matter where she's gone. If not... What can it mean for him that his has gone? Her head tilts curiously to one side, ears flicking smoothly back and then pressing forward again. Coffee-dark eyes scan the scant trees full of night and the moonlight and she wonders how she has any better chance at finding a specific bird among them. It does not, however, occur to her to decline.
"Will you come with me? One horse alone tends to draw attention here." Case in point. And besides, she has no way to convince a wayward companion animal to come with her even if she does manage to find the bird. Without any direction given, she takes a guess and turns slightly to the left.
"What does she look like?"
She wonders what happened to him and resolves not to ask in the same moment.
His request is an odd one; to find his missing companion. The little that Gilda knows of companions is that they are pieces of your soul made physical, and it seems to her that even blind as he is, the horned stallion should be able to find his feathered friend no matter where she's gone. If not... What can it mean for him that his has gone? Her head tilts curiously to one side, ears flicking smoothly back and then pressing forward again. Coffee-dark eyes scan the scant trees full of night and the moonlight and she wonders how she has any better chance at finding a specific bird among them. It does not, however, occur to her to decline.
"Will you come with me? One horse alone tends to draw attention here." Case in point. And besides, she has no way to convince a wayward companion animal to come with her even if she does manage to find the bird. Without any direction given, she takes a guess and turns slightly to the left.
"What does she look like?"
@Yanhua who's a month behind? Not me.