Beqanna was full of the strange and the wild and the wonderful—and it had caused Magnus to see a great many things during his lifetimes here. He had seen everything from the unusual to the powerful to the downright impossible, but even he had not seen anything quiet like the group that now approached him and the mare. He gave her a quick smile at her seemingly stuff greeting before his attention was stolen to the four horses making their way to the group. Instantly, his scarred mouth dropped into a frown.
A safe place.
His stomach dropped at the mindset they must be in if they were approaching strangers in a voyage to find anywhere they could simply find a home—a place to be safe. He took a small step forward, unbidden, as he focused on them, gaze flicking from one to the next. Like the mare, he smelled the faint metallic tang of blood and his stomach churned, hoping that they had not been injured in the shaking of Beqanna.
At Spindlewinter’s prompting, he came back to his senses and nodded. “Ah, yes. As a matter of fact, I do.” He looked between the mare and the group. “My name is Magnus,” because he realized that he had not yet offered his name to any of them. “I actually live in a place called Tephra with a group of horses who have since made it their home. It is a sanctuary for the hurt and the healing—and a home for those who are looking for a place to rest.” It was everything Magnus had wanted, a place for him to help carve out the haven that he had always wanted. A place for him to protect those who were in need of such.
“I would be happy to show you all the way if you would like to see it.”
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