Silver Moraine a horse with no name

She was pretty; her dark fur contrasted nicely against the gray of the moraine, and as she drew closer, Shale noticed she had eyes of crimson--something he'd not seen before. He returned her greeting with a smile, dipping his head, but remained silent for a few beats before giving her something of substance.

"Hello, miss," he said, for it was clear that this girl was his niece's age, if not younger. The new father felt more of a paternal attitude toward her than anything. "Anything I can help you with?" His tone was not rude but businesslike, gently inquisitive. If he had felt better, he would have been up for a conversation.

As it was now, the exhaustion overruled any inclination toward chattiness. He really just wanted to get home.