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While he had been busy staring at the clouds, unexpected company had drawn in close behind him. Cathun turned and stopped dead in his tracks, because what was now ahead of him was a stranger. A rather dirty, stocky, black and probably white... mare? (though the definition of the word seemed somewhat misplaced here) with a peculiar thing on her nose. The stallion blinked, for a moment questioning his sanity as he regarded the odd sight, but when a voice from the river drew his attention to a second stranger he had to resign himself to the oddity of the situation.

"Mmh, it's true. You do." He nodded absently, attention mostly occupied with the second arrival.

Now, that other speaker.... if that was not a mare then he was a toothless rabbit. The equine felt a jolt of something hot and interested and awkward sizzle down the spine as he eyed the creature in the water, fascination poorly hidden behind a facade of attempted calm and maturity. Luscious, elegant, curves that swept languidly in and out in all the right places and a coat that burned in fiery hues where it had been dampened by the river water. She was beautiful and it was impossible not to stare.

"Such a pleasant surprise" the colt purred, unconsciously straightening himself up and puffing the chest out so that he'd look bigger, stronger, less like an overgrown foal. Tiny silver bells rang softly as he shook the neck and threw the excess of tied up curls back, donning his best smile as he addressed the water lady - and the scruffy looking lizard person too, he supposed, though with markedly less enthusiasm. "I didn't think there were other people around still. Are you perhaps seeking shelter from the weather as well?"

Cathun didn't mind the company. He liked people, felt best when there were plenty of life and activity around him to fill his mind with more pleasant thoughts than his own situation. Like snow in Birdsong he felt his gloomy mood melt away, soon replaced by a look of genuine curiosity as he gazed between the mares.

"My name is Cathun. Who might you be?" Blazing, red-hot eyes swept from horse to horse in casual demand and finally settled on the little lizard thing as it reached out towards him. He hesitated, habit and reflex urging him to pull away so as not to harm. Then a memory flashed past his inner vision, of a golden girl that slumped her head with tears beading in the eyes as he rejected her comforting touch, and after a moment of hovering in indecision the colt resigned himself and reached out to meet the gesture.

Imagine that. It wasn't everyday he exchanged greetings with a lizard - if that's what it was.



@[Roskuld], @[Syrena]