CANYS
Canys' eyes drifted everywhere as the two horses entered the Dale. The small beams of light which shone through the ceiling captivated him and impressed upon him the mythical nature of the realm which he had entered. Zaravich had been very helpful so far in guiding him here but so many new questions ran through his mind.
As Zaravich spoke Canys nodded his head in approval, clueless of what she was actually saying. Canys had taken a great interest in the world that now surrounded him, but was aware enough to hear the tone in Zaravich's voice rise slightly which denoted the end of a question. “Yes” spoke Canys, hoping that he had sufficiently convinced Zaravich. “I have many questions about this land”. After uttering this phrase, Canys began his series of questions for the pretty mare. “Who is the ruler of this kingdom? How far do these lands extend? How many other horses currently inhabit the Dale? Are there any other kingdoms at war with us?”.
Satisfied that he had asked everything within his capacity, Canys awaited Zaravich's response.
With pain comes Strength