Tiberios
The hint of worry that flashes in the grey mare’s eyes doesn’t wound him. He knows - it’s bred into him - that instinctually the members of his sex are to be avoided and put at arm’s length. Creatures like him are dangerous to wanderers like her, and for all she knows he has narrowed, disgusting intentions. But her gaze soon strays to his scars and what was once fear is now replaced with pity. Again, Tiberios is equally prepared for this reaction. He smiles gently, encouraging her to hopefully feel at ease, and she returns the favor with polite acceptance to their conversation.
The golden mare seems less perturbed by him, and he understands her then to be an old veteran of this arena. She wastes no time on him particularly, returning her attentions to the polite grey mare with the amiable voice of concern and well-being. She’s soothing, and Tiberios can even begin to feel himself lulled into a sense of trust, relaxation. “It’s a long way from anywhere to here.” He comments with a low chuckle, adding on to the winged mare’s question. His amber gaze flicks to the border of the Field, and he thinks of the journey home.
“But she's right to have concern.” He says, letting his eyes rest once more on the mare who had turned to look at them both with guarded interest. “Is there anything we can help you with?” He adds, feeling that at least he has the opportunity to offer his assistance, if nothing else.
Tiberios
Initiate of the Falls