Yael huh? He tasted the name on his tongue, pronouncing it (or attempting to, at least) as she did with her unique accent. It was quite an exotic accent, very peculiar and beautiful in his mind. He wondered where she learned it from… unless Beqanna had changed that much in his absence, he couldn’t connect it to any local land. Luckily, she followed up with the answer to that – Tzion. He couldn’t say that he’d ever heard of that world before, but he wondered what stories and cultures and kingdoms lay there.
She had then asked them both a question, and Corin’s straightforward, brief answer drew a smile to the black stallion’s lips. Truth be told, the answer surprised him (everyone else here seemed so serious!), but brought a glint of delight into his eyes. “Same here!” he responded without hesitation, and then turned to the golden mare for her response.
But, perhaps due to the childish naivety he never escaped, he couldn’t help but grin foolishly at them both as he pondered his next move. Adult Berlin should know better, but he never became an adult. Not in his heart anyway. “Hey new friends… y’all up for some tag?” Without waiting for a response, he stretched out his muzzle and tapped Corin’s shoulder with a gentle nip. “You’re it!” With a lighthearted nicker to them both, he then leapt out, galloping off towards the nearby stream.
B E R L I N
remember me for centuries