lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He likes the mare. It’s as simple as that. Lupei doesn’t waste time on trivial things like the inside of a book. One glance at the cover and he’ll know whether or not it’s worth perusing. So, with some measure of rapid finality, he concedes that he likes Zojja’s company and for that reason alone he’ll stay. His eyes reflect the humor that he feels over her initial response but they don’t stick to her, instead sliding over to get a better view of the stallion who’s cowering away from them. He’s blind, whoever he is, and that’s a fact that Lupei missed when he first interrupted them.
When he does turn his attention back to the dun mare, her own eyes are just leaving the pattern of his coat. He doesn’t think much on it, it’s a usual thing when he meets new horses. She mentions that she still doesn’t know the blind stallion’s name and Lupei considers this with a dissatisfied frown. “Hmm.” He mumbles, looking over the shivering creature with a thin veil of pity. “Lupei.” He replies to Zojja without turning his head. “The way he acts you’d think we’d come to murder him.” He says offhandedly, as if the other member of their party is also deaf.
He steps casually forward, nose extended so that he can blow his own steam in the general direction of the greying blind man. “Has he said anything to you?” The greenish-blue creature asks, flicking a solitary ear in Zojja’s direction. Even though the other horse has no sight, it’s clear something or someone has rattled him.
