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[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you The first time Gale had attempted to make himself glow, he’d accidentally completed his very first successful shift. It was into the shape of one of the bioluminescent plankton that illuminate the Ischian waters, and Gale had spent several panicked hours attempting to return to his natural shape. He’s not tried it since, but he does think of it often. Never more so than when he runs across another horse with the ability. Today it is a mare on a far-off hill, her bright coloring visible even from this distance. These days, only the very brave or the very desperate are in the Field, and Gale watches from the shadows, curious which this stranger might be. He's fairly sure he is the former, though the worry for his home that lurks at the back of his mind often makes him fear he might be both. He’d like to find someone to help keep watch, to ensure that the monsters don’t slip over the water and onto the islands. Rather than ask more of those who live there, he’s instead chosen an alternate path: finding someone in the Field willing to trade a place to sleep and food to eat for responsibility. When she remains alone, Gale seizes the opportunity. His sides still feel bare and his head light, the Alliance having taken both his wings and his horns. He’d been able to shift the wings back, but that requires focus that he’d rather put on the darkness around him. So he arrives near the piebald mare as he truly is, a deep and iridescent navy, streaked with cremello markings. His eyes are bright and blue, and he is smiling in a polite – if a cautious – sort  of way. “Hey. I’m Gale.” @[Fenwe]