CANYS
Once Canys stopped in the clearing, his ears shot up. He could hear something in the distance. It was the sound of running, but not the sound of a large stallion trampling the ground beneath his feet. This sound was more graceful, more elegant in its simplistic execution. Then he spotted the dark mare running towards him at full speed. The glimmer of the sun off her back was striking to Canys. He did not remember the last time he had seen anything as majestic as this. Still, Canys was wary of this ebony mare as he was everyone else. He would not let his guard down for a moment, even if the mare looked friendly to him.
As the mare slid to a stop in front of Canys, he wondered at what purpose could she have for approaching him. Once the mare began to speak, Canys could sense no danger in her voice. He became flattered at the idea of a race between them. Canys had never been the fastest horse, but he always loved running and the freedom he felt by leaving everything behind. It was at that moment which he relaxed. The mare was obviously just trying to reach out to him as the Tundra King had done previously, before Canys unintentionally insulted him. “Zaravich. What an odd name” the stallion thought to himself. After Zaravich had finished talking, Canys responded in kind. “Well, I do not think I am much of a runner anymore sadly, but it would bring me great joy to race you”. “My name is Canys, and I do not have a home for it seems I am destined to travel this world alone”. Once he had finished this short bit of narrative, the oddity of the mare's name kept nagging at the back of his mind. It was an itch unable to be satiated. “May I ask, from where do you come”?
With pain comes Strength