Gale
run away with me--
lost souls and reverie
running wild and running free
When Jesla’s hooves are solidly on Nerine’s shore, Gale feels a weight fall from his navy shoulders. Though the spotted mare is young and strong, the northern sea is far harsher than the turquoise shores of his oceanic home. He had worried for her safety, and the relief that comes with having made it to dry land envelops him like a warm Islandres wave. When paired with the excitement that comes of being in a new land, this whole adventure is cast in a bright and rosey glow, and he bumps affectionately at the mare’s black shoulder with his muzzle.
The touch lasts only a moment, ended by a short nod to accept her thanks and then the desire to look over this strange place. His eyes had been cast down into the sea on the way here, and only now does the blue-eyed stallion take in the full majesty of the Nerenian coast. A grey cliff a dozen times Gale’s height looms up from the narrow beach in front of them, reaching toward the grey sky. To either side, slightly shorter cliffs with visible greenery at the top suggest that the main residency of this northern territory is likely to be up there, where grazing is likely to be more plentiful. Surely there will be someone up there to direct them along the best land routes to reach the rest of Beqanna. But how to get Jesla up there, Gale wonders, are there trails up the cliff?
A large bird moves closer to the cliffs from where he had been circling slowly over the pair of horses. The osprey is midnight black, as are all the non-equine fauna of his native Islandres, and his sharp golden eyes are able to see much more sharply than Gale’s, and he tells the horned stallion what he sees through the telepathic bond that they share.
“Show you around?” The stallion’s voice is both perplexed and distracted, though the latter fades from his eyes as his attention refocuses on the green-eyed mare and his expression softens into a smile. “I’ve never been to Nerine before. I can tell you what it looks like from overhead, but I’ve no idea where anything is by hoof.”
@[Jesla]
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