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Season: Summer Year: One
Major Weather: The summer is starting to show signs of being one of the worst yet, with temperatures already climbing and the water beginning to dry up in the furthest reaches of the South.
The stallion’s head hung low as he walked, his eyes still scanning the terrain around him. Where he was, he could smell plenty of stallions in the area, and he’d rather not get tangled up with them if he could help it. He was exhausted, but it wasn’t anything that he wasn’t used to by now. The towering rocks were also something he wasn’t entirely use to, as his homeland was full of green, no need to worry about a drought. Here, however, there was a lack of resources and the stallion knew it, so whenever he saw a little bit, he took full advantage before quickly making his way on, not wanting to stay around too long and make another bachelor angry.
He continued to walk along, his hooves meeting the Earth with an almost silent thud, dust occasionally billowing from the movement. He let his mind wander, how he had disappointed his father by losing their herd, how he had lost the mare he’d been head over heels for. He shook the thoughts from his mind, not wanting to dwell on the past too much. If he did, the thoughts would consume his mind like ravenous beasts, and he didn’t want to experience that again. At least not right now.
She didn't like this place. She didn't like it one bit. Dusty, hot, not at all hospitable to those who roamed the land... Truly, Micaiah hadn't the slightest idea as to why she had pushed herself to descend from the north, even temporarily; for a place like this. Well, to be fair she hadn't done it willingly. She'd followed the 'loner's code', as it were (for lack of a better term); by avoiding the scents and/or sounds of the larger herds that occupied her precious homeland. To say the least, she hadn't expected to be all but pushed out by the migrating groups... Though, technically; she hadn't really been... this was just her way of avoiding trouble. She may have been born and raised in the North but that didn't mean that the northerners were always kind to those without a herd. Especially when the easy season was around, they tended to guard the territories more viciously than Mia dared to challenge.
A slight pin of her ears from the thought, a heavy snort to expel them completely. No matter- this was also exciting in its own way albeit she really didn't like the hot, dusty dryness that made her hide feel like it was burning her alive. A glance upward told no sign of any comforting clouds and there was definitely no smell of rain in the area. But she had caught something else that lessened the disappointment, a strong musk carried by a long breeze. A stallion amongst the rocks and ruin- no surprise there, this was bachelor territory and yet Micaiah had turned herself to make a beeline for them. This wasn't curiosity at play like so many might've claimed, this was pure loneliness on the mare's part.
Sure there was a risk of finding herself face-to-face with some hardball but for one who craved the attention of others, she was willing to risk it. Her head was bouncing was how 'silently' excited she was to find another who most likely wasn't part of a herd, who wouldn't run her off (hopefully) at first sight like a few others had. Though in truth, she had avoided confrontation in its all while in her home for fear of being cast out for whatever reason or whim. Silly, really; seeing where she was now. No,no- cast those thoughts off Mia. The male was in sight and the mare's posture changed to a more cautious one for safety's sake, managing to mask her excitement as well (it wasn't so hard though). "Hello," the mare greeted smoothly, "Hope you don't mind me bothering you but would you mind some company?" Maybe a little too blunt and straightforward but Mia hadn't prepared anything to beat around the bush with. Plus she didn't want to risk the temper of a potentially volatile male, that was always a hassle.
He hadn’t seen anyone in days, not even a sight of one that was either purposefully avoiding him, or they simply just didn’t cross paths. It was odd for the stallion, as back home, he was around plenty of horses each and every day. He hoped someday, he’d meet another horse that was just happy to see another of their kind. He didn’t want to meet some nasty stallion that just wanted to fight. He wouldn’t mind seeing a mare or another bachelor like himself.
It was then when the scent of a mare hit him, and his paused and raised his head up, wondering where the mare was. He saw, in the distance a dapple grey mare who had a cautious posture. He wasn’t going to do anything to her, but he knew that she probably didn’t know that, or have any slightest idea of how he was going to react to her. As she approached, her voice filled the air. “Hello” He said softly, not really wanting to scare the mare off. It was nice to see another being if he was being completely honest. “I don’t mind at all…I’d love some company.” He responded, pausing his step as he waited for her to come approach him closer so she could catch up.
There was an audible sigh of relief to hear a soft voice rather than something boisterous or outright harsh. That was a good sign to say the least, though she had some inkling that he might've chosen that route due to her first action. Not something bad, she'd admit; one of many expected outcomes. Yet, while his agree for company had dimmed the caution and upped the positive feeling; it had been his slowing pace that had added a sort of excited trot to her step. To say the least, it didn't take her long at all to catch up; perhaps being a little close for a stranger but the mare never had a clear bubble for that.
"Thank you-" Her caution all but evaporated to be replaced by a wispy air of confidence... or was it giddiness? More likely the latter. "You seem rather kind of someone of these parts, are you from the North?" By the time the words left her mouth, she'd realized that might've been a blunder. Remembered that the South and the less-than-fortunate bachelors were far from accepting those of the North. Didn't tolerate them just as her own kinsmen followed the same. One thought the other barbarians, the others found pompous highlords amongst their rivals.
... Oh well. Truly a blunder but the mare was going to trust her gut, hope for the best with what optimism was created by her airhead curiosity. It wasn't as if she feared things, wanted self-preservation sure; but the true survivor's instinct? That was still in the works. Plus a little bite was nothing to be scared of, though at first impressions; not even his body language was saying anything of a spitfire trigger so she really was just hoping for the best. Lytsar
Lytsar could tell that the mare was relieved after he spoke; perhaps she had been expecting or worried about a harsher tone. He couldn’t say for sure, obviously. It wasn’t like he could read minds, though sometimes he wished that he could. There were plenty of minds he wished he could’ve read, such as his fathers, but that wasn’t something he could think about too hard right now.
He couldn’t help but notice the mare get a little pep in her step once he had slowed down for her to catch up and be alongside him. He nodded simply in response to her thanks. Hearing her next words, he shook his head slightly. “No, I am not from here, I’m just traveling through. I had thought about staying, if I can find anywhere.” He said, wondering if horses from the South were not as nice as horses from the North, just based on her question.
It was a rather interesting concept, but he wondered if he’d ever figure it out himself. Perhaps he would, if he decided not to wander off again to find new lands to settle down in. He really did hope that he didn’t need to go anywhere else to find a place to settle, but he’d just find out.
Mia tilted her ears in curiosity, half tempted to nose the stranger stallion. 'Not from here'- those words specifically meant that... he wasn't from their land in general? Not born within the safety of the half-bowl the cupped the north, south, and all of those complicated things in between. She couldn't imagine and yet on another hand, it was a bit of a wonder. She almost would have felt jealous, saved only by the comforts of her homeland.
"Oh?" The mare mused aloud, "Then going by that, where are you from? You don't hear much of horses from outside the mountains-" and crossing the sea was just plain suicide but she figured he already knew that. "I can't say much for the South but the North is rather cozy... if you can sneak past the bullheaded fools or join up with one of the herds there. Everyone is a tad bit, oh what's the word... anxious? Aggressive? Stupid? I'd like to say stupid but then I also don't get involved in the politics." A silent 'harumph' to match the humor of her half-joking voice.
It wasn't as if she had been 'recruiter extraordinaire' either, being not only a herdless mare but also a homeless one by many-a-horses' standards. Of course she wouldn't share that either, instead focusing on what didn't paint her as a fool. Like the secret paths she often took. "If you ever do go North, I'd suggest the canyon paths. The harder ones to travel. They aren't actually all that bad but you won't find many patrols through them. Just be sure to walk through the streams or else you'll get caught in a snap." A mischievous wisp of a chuckle escaped her, tail swishing with her own humor. No, she shouldn't be telling strangers that and no she didn't really care that she was. Plus it wasn't like he wouldn't get caught from just a little info sharing on her part, just as it was easy to say he'd always get past those obsessive noses. It was all a matter of perspective really. For her, she as doing no disservice or service. Perfectly neutral.
Lyt new that perhaps it’d be odd for a outsider to be traveling through the area, but he didn’t mind disclosing that he wasn’t a local. There really wasn’t a need to hide that point, right? Hearing her ask where he was from, he thought for a moment. “I used to rule a land called Enth.” He said simple, not caring that she knew.
It wasn’t anything he’d hide. It was the honest truth, and while he doubted that she had heard of his green and humid homeland, she’d at least know the name of where he came from. Hearing her speak about the others, the stallion just listened, soaking up whatever information the mare was willing to throw his way. “Getting involved in politics can be messy and dramatic.” He said, smirking slightly at the thought. When she suggested the canyon paths, the spotted stud made sure to put the information into his brain for further use. He picked up whatever information he could, no matter how small, so that he could make better decisions as he grew older. “Thank you for the warning.” He said, noting the chuckle.
