12-11-2015, 01:26 PM
He didn't expect as bright a response as he received. From what Corin has established, in the short time since his return, most of the horses here – stallions, especially – seem to prefer heavy words, filled with something darker than Corin can imagine. He does not understand it, this current mood that seems to have swept the occupants of Beqanna, but perhaps that is because he has been back such a short time. Maybe, given a few weeks or months or years, Corin's eyes will be brimming with brooding; but for now, he is full of cheer, though feeling a little shy.
His shyness is not helped when another horse – a gold mare – approaches the pair of stallions. But he, as does the black stallion, steps backwards to allow her into their conversation, his grin widening.
“I'm Corin,” he repeats towards the mare. He watches the other two, and what a strange group they must look – one black, one gold, one striped. He has seen many unusual colours but nothing like himself or the gold mare. And he has not yet met anyone who looks so ageless but with such an ancient gaze. It takes, he supposes, all sorts; and he expects that in the course of his lifetime he will meet many more sorts. He knows that magic and power runs through this place like the streams through this very meadow, and briefly he considers asking these two horses if they have anything like that. But he isn't sure if that would be considered rude, too – his mind is still so young, he is stuck in that impulsive thought-pattern but he is fearful of offending anyone with too many questions.
So instead, he lets his thoughts drift back to something he is still hung up on; homes. “Where are you both from?” he asks, because surely that cannot be a rude question. He looks from Berlin to the unnamed mare and back, ears pricked intently, awaiting their answers. They both seem older and wiser than himself, so surely they must have homes somewhere.
He is certain that a few years from now will find him settled somewhere, with friends and family around him. He is too young to realise that not everything turns out like it might be expected.