Wichita is a mystery to him. She is friendly to be sure, but beneath that porcelain surface he detects a great sadness. He hopes, that in time, she’ll be able to cast her demons out and see the Gates for all its worth. He startles her, but he ignores it (he isn’t being rude, but rather he doesn’t want her to feel awkward for starting.) The king gives her a chance to recover, accompanied by an encouraging smile before walking off towards their visitor.
They head towards the newcomer, Mast ever welcoming with a slightly reproachful Wichita slightly behind. It doesn’t take them long to bridge the gap between native and foreigner, and Mast immediately notices the strong sent of salt and sand lingering on the others coat. It brings forth visions of golden seas and blistering heat, and the gray stallion knows at once he is from the Deserts. “Welcome, Gaza from the Deserts.” he said, dipping his regal head. It wasn’t very often they got visitors. “What official business does the Deserts bring us here at the Gates? And you’re welcome to explore. We certainly have enough grass here that we don’t mind sharing, do we Wichita?” He turns to the mare, encouraging her to join in on the conversation. And with that he falls silent, waiting expectantly.
mast
be my asleep at last
Ooc- sorry for the wait! I kind of lost the post, lol