"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Mesarez hadn’t been expecting to see anyone and he’s not really sure why. It surprises him enough that he startles a little when their eyes meet, but the moment passes quickly and is replaced with delight. His head tilts a little more than necessary as he looks her over, those silver pupils dilating as his smile grows. She’s polite, which is a good first impression to have. Maybe a little too polite but that’s usually better than the opposite. “I’m the one intruding on your land, if anyone should apologize it’s probably me.” He doesn’t though. Instead, he takes a step closer and finds the movement awkward and wobbly. “It’s been a few dozen years since I last walked.” He offers by way of explanation as he laughs softly at himself.
Mesarez was going to need more practice walking before he got comfortable, it bothered him to feel so weak. He was not without defenses if this young mare ended up being more dangerous than she seemed.
He knew better than to assume someone’s teeth were dull just because they used the word sorry.
He takes another shaky step, this time moving parallel to the white and blue mare - consciously not approaching too close. Just like his soft laugh, these are carefully learned behaviours - balancing out what one of his siblings called his "spookiness" with friendliness. A desire to not appear threatening, to keep up the appearance that his teeth are dull as well.
“Does this place have a name?” His head gestures to… well, everything. The land surrounding them with its trees and grasses and endless skies instead of endless depths. His silver and black eyes snag on everything around them and they are slightly wide with his wonder.
