Naturally he would never have the fortune of having this young lady to himself. It is the field, after all. Land of recruitment. So he isn't particularly surprised when another man is swift to approach the pretty painted mare.
It is to his misfortune that the other stallion happens to be a rather fine specimen. Next to him, he must look like chopped liver. And then he talks and makes things even worse. Suave and smooth and charming, everything that Astray is not.
Well, crap.
The mare introduces herself as Kokachin, and she seems just as nice as he had first thought. And babbled about. If he has to babble though, I suppose there are worse things to say. Although at the moment, he can't really think of any.
Don't worry, it'll come to him. Probably the next time he opens his mouth.
As it happens, Magnus’ question, followed by Kokachin’s admission, gives him the perfect excuse to launch into his invitation. ”Well, actually, that's why I'm here. I, uh, have a herd.” Ok, that's not precisely true. ”Well, sort of. It's pretty little.” Read: party of one. ”You could join me, if you like.” This is followed by a rather awkward pause, mostly because everything about Astray is rather awkward.
”I mean, it'd just be you and me, for a while. But the land is pretty!” he rushes to continue. ”And it's safe. And nice.” Another awkward pause. ”But only if you want, of course.”
He forces himself to stop there. I might have said while he's ahead, but let's be real, he left that behind a long time ago.
who am i supposed to be
if everything good is taken from me?
astray