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Had she spoken aloud, Seanan would have been quick to disagree- though others leave, and perhaps even take parts of us with them, they did not leave us ruined. They did not leave us less. For when they leave, they leave a piece of themselves behind. It is this patchwork that makes us unique. And he treasured every one of those patches, especially those of ones who were lost to him. Especially those smallest patches, the ones that he had never truly had the opportunity to know. Ones who had never had the chance to even know themselves.
He bobs his head when she asks if he is not from here either, confirming her guess. "I too am from the East, and South." When she mentions foals, his hide shivers, and his thoughts, briefly, turn towards those tiny slivers imbedded in his soul. Foals were such fragile things. It was silly to think there were no natives here. Still, something seemed to draw many strangers to this land, some to make it their own it seemed. Most of those he had met seemed to have quite taken to this place.
Then her question seems to echo his own thoughts and for a moment his head lifts, almost startled. Then he settles, one hoof lightly pawing. So lightly, he just scuffs the grass, not even reaching the dirt beneath. His head drops low as he considers his answer carefully.
"I don't know." He has to answer honestly. "Perhaps some have family here. Or perhaps it is simply that this is the farthest place east, and thus those who flee from the west end up her by chance." The white stallion pauses again, tilts his head, then rolls his shoulders in sort of shrug. "What do you think?"
@Zyanya
He bobs his head when she asks if he is not from here either, confirming her guess. "I too am from the East, and South." When she mentions foals, his hide shivers, and his thoughts, briefly, turn towards those tiny slivers imbedded in his soul. Foals were such fragile things. It was silly to think there were no natives here. Still, something seemed to draw many strangers to this land, some to make it their own it seemed. Most of those he had met seemed to have quite taken to this place.
Then her question seems to echo his own thoughts and for a moment his head lifts, almost startled. Then he settles, one hoof lightly pawing. So lightly, he just scuffs the grass, not even reaching the dirt beneath. His head drops low as he considers his answer carefully.
"I don't know." He has to answer honestly. "Perhaps some have family here. Or perhaps it is simply that this is the farthest place east, and thus those who flee from the west end up her by chance." The white stallion pauses again, tilts his head, then rolls his shoulders in sort of shrug. "What do you think?"
@Zyanya
All interactions are go, short of death and permanent crippling.
