04-16-2017, 05:59 PM
The Tin Man was feeling a lot better after his waterlogged arrival to Beqanna; his scabbed-over flank still ached when he galloped too long, but galloping for any length of time was a pretty good improvement from "tired and creaky."
He wasn't really sure what he'd find in the hilly region near the mountains, but it turned out to be another black horse with spots... only her spots were red, as were her mane and tail. Well, that wasn't QUITE normal--clearly one of her parents or ancestors had been part of the island's population--but to the stallion's credit, he'd gotten a lot more used to the whole "magic" deal over the past week, so it wasn't like he was gonna run in the opposite direction. (He was too tired for that anyway.)
He cantered over to her, slowing down a few yards off so she wouldn't get startled. "Hello," he called. "Do you know if anyone lives here?" He hadn't heard much about the hills from Djinni's quick talk, but it seemed pretty empty.
He wasn't really sure what he'd find in the hilly region near the mountains, but it turned out to be another black horse with spots... only her spots were red, as were her mane and tail. Well, that wasn't QUITE normal--clearly one of her parents or ancestors had been part of the island's population--but to the stallion's credit, he'd gotten a lot more used to the whole "magic" deal over the past week, so it wasn't like he was gonna run in the opposite direction. (He was too tired for that anyway.)
He cantered over to her, slowing down a few yards off so she wouldn't get startled. "Hello," he called. "Do you know if anyone lives here?" He hadn't heard much about the hills from Djinni's quick talk, but it seemed pretty empty.