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The water seemed to wash away some of the hardships of the past few months. Even though the current was relatively weak and the water was shallow, it still caused memories of his life on the mountain to brew and swirl in the depths of his mind. Calder didn’t allow his mind to wander too far – the air here was ripe with the scent with other equines and he did not want to miss the opportunity for finding others of his kind. Yet, for the time being, he contented himself with watching as his forelegs disrupted the natural flow of the water before catching motion out of the corner of his eye.

The stallion raised his large, horned head to find that there were, in fact, other equines in this strange land. But he had never seen a creature like her before. Calder was careful to guard his reaction – the last thing he wanted to do was have his surprise misconstrued for something more sister. He certainly meant no offense. His features remain in a neutral mask though he tries to make sense of what he sees. Of course pegasi had visited his herd during their migrations on rare occasions, but never one like her. Never one who looked like she was a descendant of mother winter herself. He had been raised around others exclusively of his kind and before the disaster on the mountainside he had never left his homeland. But Calder was an inherently polite creature and responded as soon as the snow woman set foot into the stream.

“Aye,” the dappled stallion replies with a dip of his head in greeting, “I suppose I have.”

Helovia. The name of this place is unfamiliar to him, but it matters little to him in the end. There is life here. There is a life to be had here.

“I’m Calder,” he offers, in that gravely voice of his. “It is good to finally set eyes on another.” He alludes to the length of his journey, but does not elaborate. Instead, he directs his attentions to the present – to this place…and to this woman who has stumbled upon him.

“Have you always lived in this place?” He asks, acutely aware that he may be prying. He’s very much a stranger in a strange land.

Calder

hold back the river so i can stop a minute and be by your side

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OOC: Sorry for the delay. I had the workweek from hell. D: