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The passing moments that dragged onward after Kismet had called out to the unknown caused needles to p***k gingerly at the inside of her stomach, but yet emotionally she did not feel awkward or nervous in the least. If anything, the feeling she should be experiencing at a moment like this would be nervousness, but her faith and trust in nature, the way of the world around her, and her senses provided a sense of security in this situation. However, there had been only four other significant times in her past where she felt the urge to seek out a secluded soul with this much desire; the first time, when she met her mentor and adoptive mother. The second, when she met her first crush, an untamed stallion by the name of Soleil, after walking in a completely blinded direction by a terrible and dark storm, which was utterly impossible to see or smell in. The third, when she was being stalked by a Purewalker, Frostbite, in it's familiar form, even remaining behind to brave it out and interact with the hungry predator even after it revealed its true form and threatened her. The fourth time took place only a few weeks after the Purewalker incident, and it was when she had met her fox spirit familiar, Unmei. And now this was the fifth time, and perhaps this was one of the strongest pulls that she felt of all. Who or whatever this creature was, it most certainly had the chance to influence her life's path, just as all of the others had.

She kept her eyes opened and ready, sensing as they gave off a neutral, yet gentle, gaze as she stood frozen in her trance-like state of being. Her ears remained with their tips pointed skyward, swiveling daintily around at the slightest blades of grasses swaying and chirping insect that slipped beneath the leaves. Still, not a being seemed to stir, nor approach the clearing in which she stood so boldly [and openly] in. Perhaps exposing herself was not the best idea, even though it was her body and spirit's will? Of course not! This had to lead to something, or else her spirit would not have pulled so desperately at her.

It was then when she first saw him. It started off slowly, suddenly seeing a pair of yellow, brightly glowing slits of light peering at her through the cover of the trees, unlike any such thing she had seen before. Only Sukui had such eyes... the words darted around her skull, buzzing in a sort of revelation-inspired way. Her eyes grew further open, utterly in shock of the very sight that was unfolding before her. Could this be...a spirit by any chance? When she had met her mentor for the very first time, and even partly in the present, she had nearly believed that she was a spirit of some kind and not an actual being of "true flesh". Any other being she had met had eyes like her own, and only her familiar's eyes glowed only for an instant when the duo's eyes had met for the very first time. Would a spirit be visiting me at this hour?

What may have taken her several strides had only taken this new body a few, and along with its sheer size being much bigger compared to her own, it even appeared to have a growth of some sort pressed tightly against its back; perhaps something along the lines of sheltered wings? Nevertheless, it was hard to tell in the darkening evening becoming the backdrop to the shadowy body that showed itself to her gaze. This...this couldn't possibly be a being of "true flesh" like her own, could it? Regardless, the simple fact was that the creature had decided to show itself, to answer her call, and the pounding of her heart confirmed that this was, indeed, the very being that had pulled onto her soul. 'Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum', Her heart beat against her chest in this very pattern, just as her hooves beat down against the earth and a hurried canter.

"Thank you, kind soul, for heading my call. It is greatly appreciated; and treasured," she stated gently, just as gently as a passing spring breeze would massage at one's ears and mane.

The less he gave away of himself, the more confused Kismet had found herself. Yes, this was definitely the presence that called to her senses, but for what purpose? Although he was reserved, he seemed to not give off a harmful vibe, either, and this stallion, spirit or not, could easily overpower her. Silently, she was very grateful for that. But yet, just like she did with every creature and environment, she put all of her trust into him, for until he proved her otherwise he wasn't going to harm her nor betray her. Besides, up until now, this stallion had obeyed her requests and had shown himself, after he was clearly camouflaged incredibly well and had seemed more than comfortable remaining where he was. She couldn't ask for much more than that!

However much she truly meant just as she had told him, the expression that flashed within his gaze told her that he was suspicious of such words. The poor stallion had probably had some sort of a past that curved him in such a way, or it was simply apart of the being that he was, so she understood his reluctance rather well. She had known such a feeling of reluctance herself, during the time when she was a foal, in between being separated from her family and finding her mentor. If anything, she should be the one still feeling such a thing, since she was obviously weaker and the only one out of the two of them that was even visible in the climbing darkness, completely exposed in the middle of the clearing. This stallion was not exposed enough yet, or said anything to give it away yet, of whether he was a horse or a spirit.

He was still being rather shy, and based on the flashes she caught hint of within his glowing, yellow eyes, she was still not trusted. They even shown to be rather flighty; how odd! As she had previously thought, she should be the one who was flighty, if either of them, which had baffled her further. Both spirits and horses could be flighty, so Kismet was still stuck in her mental standstill with trying to determine just what kind of a being he was. Regardless, she felt honored that he still had followed her request, and to be in such a presence, however shadowy, of this beautiful and powerful being. Her heart beat and her feelings of honor and gratitude soared when he was being just as formal back to her, even speaking those two words to her. However, it ended at just that and the stallion remained as still as ever, leaving Kismet up to make the next decision.

"M-my name is Kismet. May I know your name, sir? You do not have to tell me if you don't wish to." Might as well start of small, she thought. As of this moment, anyway, it would appear that taking smaller steps would have less of a chance of spooking the poor male; and if she wished to find out just what pulled her to him in the first place, she would have to keep him here as long as possible.