08-14-2016, 04:23 PM
He thought about her being brought here by something. A rogue fae, perhaps? He shook the thought away, and looked at her. He enjoyed her company already, felt compelled to stay with her. "Ah.. I'm sorry. Maybe you will find a new home here. Nobody has ever found a way to leave Beqanna and return to tell the tale, so I wouldn't be able to offer a way back to your family. Would you like to be.. friends?" He says, emotions showing through his eyes and voice - friendliness, warmth, compassion, a slight amount of regret and grief - and he steps up next to the pale mare, studying her form. He ponders on what draws him to her, her warm persona, her fit form, her ability to start to adapt - from what he's seen of her - and the kind, lonely aura emanating from her. He just.. Wanted to stay with her, whether she came to the Tundra with him when he returned or not. They could always meet each other here, or in the forest or meadow if in different kingdoms.