Though the palomino mare had seemed somewhat aggravated, Njenyi is not concerned. She will relax once they’ve made it to the Ridge, he knows. It is a good herd land, with food to be found even in the dead of winter. The bunch of mares he has gathered are not the petty type that he’d feared, and he imagines that the palomino will find some company and friends among them.
“What’s your name?” He asks as they move toward the herd land. His expression is curious, even if his voice is rough and uneager. Njenyi has never quite mastered the art of conversation. He hadn’t needed to, not when he had grown up relying on his face and body language to communicate for him. Still, the horses of Beqanna do seem to enjoy talking, and he has managed to say a few words every now and again. He will never be the most verbose of stallions, but he is getting better.
They arrive just past noon, and the sun is shining off the shallow drifts of snow and making the gemlike stones in the cliff face sparkle brilliantly. It is nothing like the yellow grasses of home, but it is his. “Home,” He tells the palomino mare beside him. Then he raises his head, calling for the rest of the herd to come and meet their newest companion.
@[Trechery] @[Cryil] @[Ohio] @[Pot of Cream] @[Pot of Custard] @[Furrow]
“What’s your name?” He asks as they move toward the herd land. His expression is curious, even if his voice is rough and uneager. Njenyi has never quite mastered the art of conversation. He hadn’t needed to, not when he had grown up relying on his face and body language to communicate for him. Still, the horses of Beqanna do seem to enjoy talking, and he has managed to say a few words every now and again. He will never be the most verbose of stallions, but he is getting better.
They arrive just past noon, and the sun is shining off the shallow drifts of snow and making the gemlike stones in the cliff face sparkle brilliantly. It is nothing like the yellow grasses of home, but it is his. “Home,” He tells the palomino mare beside him. Then he raises his head, calling for the rest of the herd to come and meet their newest companion.
@[Trechery] @[Cryil] @[Ohio] @[Pot of Cream] @[Pot of Custard] @[Furrow]