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If this was herd life, Ezital wasn't impressed.
He supposed his ideas of companionship and belonging were a bit idealized in his mind. Brisa and Vitani had been very kind, but they'd left to go about their lives after delivering him into the clutches of Ktulu. So far, he'd spent his time lingering on the fringes of the herd lands, making use of the pools of water as relief from the heat of the day and waiting for Ktulu to remember he existed.
Truth be told, he was growing quite bored. He'd seen some of the other herd members in passing, but he always made himself scarce before introductions or, more likely, accusations of trespassing could be made. He was pretty sure that the mare was busy, but if he'd had to wait much longer, he would do something rash like try to find Brisa to entertain him, or just moving on and chalking up this whole idea as a big mistake.
Ktulu herself had made a big impression on him at their meeting, but her parting words were still fresh in his mind. She'd been quite rude to the young Vitani, and hadn't recognized his own docile words for the rarity that they were. Overall, he felt rather sour towards the mare and her giant beaver, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to control his tenuous temper when she finally showed up. Luckily, he had some sense that told him the mare could eat him for breakfast. Time would tell if that would be enough to keep him in check.
The call finally came in the middle of the night, so of course Ezital was awake, pondering the idea of going for a walk in the woods. He was to go on a patrol with a mare he'd never met, though he was assured she was distinctive.
He wandered north until the trees gave way to a vast meadow, turned silver in the unobstructed moonlight. It was simple to pick out the form of a horse with reddish wings and canter over to her.
"Hey," he greeted her breathlessly. "Are you Parelia? I think I'm supposed to patrol with you, whatever that means. I'm Ezital."
Ezital offered her a small smile, hoping to cover the awful sulking mood he'd been in the last few days. It had mostly been tempered by finally getting to go somewhere, but who knew how sensitive she was?
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