ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ sᴘɪʟʟs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ
When entering a new land, it was always best to be cautious -- that, Galileo had learned the hard way. Strong legs had pulled him upwards, away from the yellow sands of the beach towards dunes of a different intensity. He paused for a moment to take it in; desert, as far as the eye could see, was hardly a promising sign.
And yet, part of him had yearned to see red sands again. Allowing his mind to be cast back to the years he spent serving the one true queen of Lyrus, Syrilth, he let out a rumble of a sigh from his velveteen muzzle. Though these particular dunes were not his home, the one he knew like his own soul, they offered a welcome respite from his ocean travels. Thanking the goddess Vega (even though he wasn't convinced her powers stretched to these new lands), he knew his next step would be to find some water.
Before he could continue, he sensed that someone was approaching. Surprised he hadn't heard them coming, and cursing himself for letting his guard down, he swung his antlered skull round in one fluid motion.
What he was confronted by startled him, and he peered at the horse curiously. He had seen a lot in his time, but never a horse that did that.
“You're... floating.” He mused simply, barely asking it as a question but more of an acknowledgement, his brow raising slightly at the notion.
Taking her in with his golden eyes, he steadily raised his head, peering down his roman nose at her. Standing square, he was much taller than her, even if she did hover slightly off the ground. In comparison to his oak-coloured hair, hers was a grey-blue -- quite something, though he had never been one to appreciate beauty when it was before him. Scar-like lines covered her face, however unlike his own scrapes, they were gold filled and likely not scars at all. And he also remarked on something he always noticed in those he met: she had the muscles to match any of his female soldiers that had once served beneath him in his platoon. Safe to say, he was quite impressed with the mare that presented herself to him.
When her voice spoke, he remained guarded, but softened a little as he knew she could be the key to this labyrinth of a desert.
“Aye,” he grunted, the hints of a foreign accent shining through. “The boat. was mine.” With a nod in the direction he came from, he didn't take his gaze off the mare. He wasn't usually one for words, but he also had to admit he needed help. “These lands -- do they have a name?”
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i love her too she's so heckin adorable i wanna hug her
also sorry he is not very chatty ever haha
