Faer heard the other approaching as he turned; giving a nervous smile back to the masculine face. His slightly orange-tinted - but still obviously a bay - body turning, greyed in the darkness by the moon and the shadows. Brown eyes taking in what they can, dilated to their limits in the night, of the black and white equine in front of them.
"Yeah.. Never have slept well in the dark. Well, not once it's dark." Faer replied in an exasperated tone, eyes slightly desperate, searching, but not quite with a haunted appearance. Merely very tired looking; as if he hadn't slept for a while.
Truth is: he hadn't known a proper rest for a while. Not since he woke up, short of breath, not knowing anything of this place aside from his name - his past was gone, strangely, but he felt like that was for the best - and found himself chased by the imaginary night-time shadows of his fears down the mountain to this field. It was busy but rarely crowded. Horses came and went as they desired, as far as he could tell. But he knew no-one yet. Not yet. Those this stallion may become a welcome acquaintance..
"Yeah.. Never have slept well in the dark. Well, not once it's dark." Faer replied in an exasperated tone, eyes slightly desperate, searching, but not quite with a haunted appearance. Merely very tired looking; as if he hadn't slept for a while.
Truth is: he hadn't known a proper rest for a while. Not since he woke up, short of breath, not knowing anything of this place aside from his name - his past was gone, strangely, but he felt like that was for the best - and found himself chased by the imaginary night-time shadows of his fears down the mountain to this field. It was busy but rarely crowded. Horses came and went as they desired, as far as he could tell. But he knew no-one yet. Not yet. Those this stallion may become a welcome acquaintance..
Faer
Nyctophobia: Fear of Night.
@[Ivar]