Her eyes find him easy enough, the white of her coat blinding as the afternoon sunlight catches it. Excitement washes over her as her pace quickens to carry nearer to him. She still smells faintly of milk, but he does not smell her child any where near. Perhaps he ought to pay a visit with Tahti, to see how she had matured since he’d last seen her.
Ilma does not flinch away from his touch, despite it’s over zealous familiarity. Instead, she is searching him once more, looking for the reason behind his claim to have been looking for her. Again, a lie forms and he does not hesitate to present her with it. Is it wrong to want to visit with a friend? Though, admittedly, friendship had very little to do with his interests.
Unlike him, he is freed from the worry that weighs upon those sworn to serve a single kingdom. Just in the short time that they’d been apart, Beqanna had shifted and changed as old leaders were forced to give into the unrelenting torrent. Arithmetic was not deaf to the whisperings throughout the land…if only the mare had known how far he had traveled since they’d last stood face to face. It was better to stand before her under the guise of her misinterpretation. She was naïve, he knew and there were many others who would gladly pin her against the nearest boulder for a moments pleasure. For a moment, the idea tugged at him – whispering it’s temptation in his black tipped ear.
Breaking from his lust, he offered a friendly smile her direction. Much has changed. His words sound more of a question than a statement as he gazes off into the distance. I heard the plans they have for your daughter and…well, I had to come.
The words he’d caught at the edge of hearing, and now he was grateful for the stolen information. Pity, even that offered with false intentions, was often still welcomed. I can’t even imagine your worry.
@[Ilma]