you look like yourself
but you're somebody else.
He doesn’t follow her here, though it might seem like it when he draws up to the small group after she arrives. He does his best to be concerned only with the speaker, the mistress of this place but Chryseis is like a sun burning in his peripheral vision, he could close his eyes and she would glow through the darkness of his lids. He is mad. They have not known each other long enough for Aldric to be so keenly aware of her, and he conceals it.
Kensa, her scent had been a signature all around the border of these mountains and it might have drawn him had he passed close when not retreating from a roaring volcano and a world shaken by war. Just to see if the promises scrawled along her borders were even a shadow of the reality. She is more than he expected, and likely more than he can even see. How bright she burns even as she sets them free, determined to create a world where neither peace nor violence reigns. He can appreciate this, her hope to prevent vast pitches to one direction or the other, a balanced pendulum.
When she is finished speaking a young stallion introduces himself, as does Chryseis. He gives them both his attention in turn, calm and proud but his green eyes are friendly. When it is his turn he snorts softly, never shy, but unused to having attention focused on him. “My name is Aldric. I too would like to stay.”
And not just because she is. He reminds himself, pawing absently at the dust and grass at his feet.
only it aint on the surface
Aldric