From the corner of his eye, he noted the approach of a light colored figure. At first, he did not pay too much attention, assuming it was just a passerby. Yet, the other horse did stop, and with quite a cheerful greeting as well. Berlin could not help but smile back, for Corin’s smile was indeed rather infectious. In fact, his cheery nature reminded Berlin of himself and his small band of buddies from centuries back… buddies whose jovial laughs and innocent banter existed now only in his memories.
“Hey there!” he found himself nickering back, his voice more youthful than what would be expected of an old man. Oh, the burdens (or is it blessings?) of immortality! In fact, while he often felt like he had lived a thousand years, his body, aside from his eyes, still remained relatively unchanged from the days of his youth. Perhaps it was a testament to the lack of quarrels he had experienced compared to a typical herd or kingdom stallion, having to defend their own or fight as ordered. He knew many prided themselves on their battle scars, but he never was envious. Perhaps that was a fault for a stallion, but he never received too much attention for it. He was too much a lifelong child at heart to have trusted himself with real responsibilities.
“It’s nice to meet ya as well,” the black stallion merrily continued, his voice calm and accented with a slight drawl. “My name’s Berlin.” His gaze flickered over the uniquely colored stallion, whose golden stripes were now more apparent. It was definitely a strange coloration, but Berlin found it quite gorgeous. His eyes then returned to meet the smiling Corin’s as he continued. “You seem in a good mood. It’s always great to see a smiling face.”
Those words had barely escaped his lips when he noted the arrival of a golden mare. She was rather stunning as well, and something about her reminded him of his long-ago palomino friend. (And with a quick internal chuckle, he questioned himself: Was everyone in Beqanna gold except him?!) With a quick step back to include her into their small circle, he found himself nickering amicably to her as well. Corin’s mood was very contagious indeed! "Hey,” he responded back. “I’m Berlin… pleasure to make your acquaintance.” he repeated, not knowing if she had caught his earlier statement.
B E R L I N
remember me for centuries