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She’d been watching the rain too, but from and entirely different perspective. It’s one of those little quirks of living part of one’s life underwater, when it rains it makes the most extraordinary patterns on the surface of the water when the light hits it just right. Its one of the few things that gives Sabal any sense of peace in recent days.
She watches him carefully from quite a distance, taking a quick look before slipping back below the water. At first the brindling had sent a shiver up her spine, immediately filling with images of another brindled stallion – but after only a few moments she felt fairly confident in her assessment that this stallion was not a threat, at least not a grave threat in the way that the stallion she was thinking of was. She should have been put at ease just by his coloring, but Sabal’s trust in just about anything had been all but shattered in the past few weeks. She didn’t like this feeling of paranoia that had settled in her gut – but that paranoia was what was going to keep her family safe.
She doesn’t break the surface until she is reasonably close to the shore, but allows him some distance so he isn’t too alarmed by, well, her presence. She draws into the shallows near enough to converse.
“You’re new,” she said, plainly aware that she was stating the obvious. She moves closer to the edge of the river, but makes no effort to leave the water just yet. No, she’s in the element in the water. “Have you come to join us or come to make trouble?” she asked, pleasantly, with a flick of her long tail. However, depending on his answer, he would either get a tour of the kingdom or a tour of the bottom of the lake. Sabal wasn’t picky and would be happy with either option.
can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes. |
