gaza
Once upon a time, Gaza met a sad silver woman and she sang him a sad, sad song. Fear possessed her mind and froze her legs. Fear kept her from moving forward, and when she ran, she turned around and fell backwards, away from Gaza. Gaza, who only wanted to help Cordis, and maybe one day sidle up against her skin. He was a young and infatuated, and at that point he had not yet met the far more real women that would bear his children.
Cordis and her long lost daughter exist in a sort of other world for Gaza. One that he never imagines he will touch again, unless it is with ghostly, dream state hands.
So the flash of silver flesh takes him by surprise, causing Gaza to do a very quick double take. It’s almost comic, but then it also almost gives him whiplash. At first he thinks it might be Cordis, but after a minute he discerns that the figure in the distance is not, in fact, the sad woman he met years before. He frowns in thought, muddling through the options. Colors are plentiful here - it could easily be a coincidence. But then again.. what are the odds? In all his years, he’s never seen none so completely silver like Cordis, and none so completely gold like Yael. Even if the being isn’t a relation, that silver skin prods at a forgotten yearning and so the black stallion changes course and moves towards her. He has nothing to lose from saying hi, does he?
When Gaza is within speaking range, he calls out rather politely, “Excuse me, but are you Cordis’ daughter by any chance?” What else could he say? ‘Were you ever kidnapped as a foal?’ or even better, ‘do you belong to a dark, god-like monster?’ He can't say that - just in case it isn't her.
vanquish x yael