He stood back up and looked up to the god. A grin crossed the horse's maw. His voice was gentle, but just slightly impatient and tired. "What I seek?" Then it struck him. Being here was asking the presence of a god. He really didn't want much, but something pushed him towards requesting what he truly wanted. "Great god, I seek nothing to harm others, but to fascinate them." He paused still shocked at the size of the horse. "I seek markings. One with electricity, majesty, and beauty. Blue swirls. Ones that could cascade over my body. Growing, shifting, glowing, and shrinking." He stopped blabbing and looked pleadingly at the god.
He prayed he wasn't to forward. Please forgive me.. Please don't be mad?" Thinking thought was basically his job.