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[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Despite all that has changed with the darkness, Gale finds that this one thing – this meeting of strangers in the Field – had not. The golden girl he’d met earlier had found the idea amusing, but Gale had not understood why. Preferring things that he understands, he tears his thoughts from the deeply dimpled face to focus on the glowing one ahead of him. “Fen,” Gale repeats, nodding his head in appreciation of the name that matches his own in brevity. “I do. In Islandres, just north of Ischia.” He’s learned that directions are often helpful even for those familiar with Beqanna, and that the former name of his home – Island Resort – is better remembered by those unfamiliar with the still-recent change. “Have you ever been there?” He asks. If she has, Gale thinks it was before he lived there, and that would make it quite some time indeed. It is easy for him to lose track of the years in his temperate home, with his friends and family as ageless as the brindle stallion.  Nearly a decade, he thinks, and half that since he was last in the Field. He remembers Fenwe, having been lost in his thoughts, and returns his attention to the glowing woman. She would be eye-catching even without emitting light, Gale thinks, with her tricolored coat: teal and snow and gold. Scales too, he realizes now that he looks closer, and wonders briefly what else she might be hiding beneath her unassuming appearance. @[Fenwe]