He watched the coloured creature, his green eyes darting over each fading branch in the canopy in search of another. Perhaps, secretly, he wished that he was not alone for fear that this woman was not so kind as she let on.
"I am Tilney" he panted, legs easing from their braced stance as the woman continued to approach, her words honeyed and welcoming.
"I cannot see... I am nightblind" He managed to choke out ,despite how little he wished to tell her of his ailment.
It had become a problem in Helovia when no one knew of his condition. Always aided by his lantern, no one had ever questioned it, but when it was stolen it had caused more than just a trifle.
"Please," he soon began, thoughts drifting once again to his young daughter and the fact that he desperately needed to find her. "I must get to... a herd?" Is that what they called them here? Tilney couldn't think of anything else to call a group of equines.
Unless this place ws dominated by more than just equines.