[private] you get murdered first for once

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you She accuses him of blocking her sun, and Gale takes a single sidestep so that she might be better illuminated. It's a warm enough day that he’s surprised she’d noticed, but then he remembers the sunbathing crocodiles. Perhaps she needs the sun to warm herself, he thinks, and starts to apologize. She beats him to it, saying that she is cranky in the mornings, and Gale feels a little relieved. He hadn’t meant to offend her, especially not when he is likely already intruding into her home. “I’m Gale,” he replies, and then his blue eyes move toward her flicking tail. “Are you a nereid?” His voice is as curious as his expression - he’d thought they all lived in the sea. But this lake is fresh water, isn’t it? He thinks of trying it, but that feels rude somehow, so Gale refrains. Best to not be too rude. She asks a question that he cannot answer. Gale wants to - he is an open and trusting creature by nature - and yet he does not know the answer. This is frustrating to him, so he frowns down at his hooves for a long moment. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “I woke up in the trees back there,” he gestures up the mountain, where the copse had been. Had he come to visit Breach? That seems possible, but why wouldn’t he remember it? Gaps in memory are not unfamiliar to the brindle stallion, so he is not as panicked as another might have been. The sensation that something is wrong still plagues him, even when looks back up to meet Sabal’s gaze. She clearly doesn’t know him, and so peppering her with the thousand questions spinning in his mind would be useless. “Is Breach around?” He asks, wondering if she might be some help. “Or, um...” Why can’t he remember the name of the white mare he’d fought in the Alliance? He huffs irritably at himself, and instead of her name sends Sabal a visual image of the mare with her pointed horns. @[Sabal]