Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
It had been some time since he had come back to Beqanna. He had taken some time to go home, to visit and remember the family that he had left along the isles of green. He had missed them, the overwhelming family that had caused him to wander along by himself for so long so long ago. His only regret that they had not been able to meet Willa, as he had been unable to find his wayward daughter before he had set out on his journey.
But he was back now, having traveled the long days and nights that it had taken for him to return. Beqanna called to him, just as the isles of green and lilting voices did. However, this was his home and he was glad to be back, despite the sadness that filled him here. There were memories and that is how he tried to remember it all.
It was not a surprise to his writer when he sees her there before him, with her eyes downcast and her body language all caged in on itself. He was drawn to the broken ones, the ones with no homes and no one to love them. He would love them, and care for them and keep them safe. He would be their knight, until he couldn't be any longer.
Mares were special to him, the broken ones more so. Which was odd, because his family was not broken. The mares there were strong and willful and sassy. Perhaps that is it then. Perhaps he needs to be needed when he had not been. He does not rightly know, because he had never felt as lonely with his family as he did here.
But he goes to her, his steps slow, easy and if his eyes seemed a bit more weary than they normally might would have he doesn't notice. The smile on his lips is genuine and his body language non-threatening. "Are you alright my dear?" His words lilting off his tongue.
