She is not alone in watching the deer.
Asterion has always been conscious of the other creatures that share their world, and these are no exception. The bay admires their fine bones, their dark eyes large and soft, the grace in each step. He is glad to see them, colored rosy in the dawn, pleased to see how healthy they are after a long summer and the first mild weeks of fall.
(His appreciation for the other animals of Novus was only heightened, recently, with the arrival of his bonded. The seagull drifts far above him now, idling on the updrafts, a bright speck in the morning sky).
It is a different pale figure that catches his gaze then, and the Regent forgets the deer in favor of the stranger. She is as graceful as they, but makes him far more curious.
The deer watch him warily as he crosses to her, though they do not run; it seems the whole of Novus knows how unthreatening the bay stallion is. They only flash their white tails at him and go back to browsing and grazing, while he stops a few lengths from the stranger.
“Hello,” he greets her softly, then angles his muzzle toward her satchel and the sweet-dark scent of berries. “Did you find those near here? It’s been a while since I went foraging, but this is the best time for it.”
@Felwood hello! Hope you don’t mind an asterion ☺
if you'll be my star*
