ROMEK
Of course, laying down next to a pond and drinking from the grass is sure to get you some funny looks, and he can confirm that this is indeed true. He notices the pretty roan mare before she approaches him – she looks weirdly familiar, although he can’t quite place it. Also, he is too busy licking the grass to really pay much attention.
”It does indeed,” he says to the mare, who has joined him in his feasting of the dewdrops. And he can’t blame her. They do taste better when they’re fresh, and not stagnating in some frog-filled pool of dirt and leaves.
”I’m Romek.” he says. He forgets how awful he is at conversation, sometimes. He hopes Dara did not approach him for a good session of speaking. He decides he at least must try – he is in the common lands, and he ought to try to foster good relations. ”So do you come here to watch horses lick the floor?”
”It does indeed,” he says to the mare, who has joined him in his feasting of the dewdrops. And he can’t blame her. They do taste better when they’re fresh, and not stagnating in some frog-filled pool of dirt and leaves.
”I’m Romek.” he says. He forgets how awful he is at conversation, sometimes. He hopes Dara did not approach him for a good session of speaking. He decides he at least must try – he is in the common lands, and he ought to try to foster good relations. ”So do you come here to watch horses lick the floor?”
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem
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