[Good thing she does, because then his own time doesn't seem so long by comparison. He enters the forest accompanied by a tall beautiful stallion who's helping keep him steady as he enters, searching for her.]
[When he sees her in the tree, he raises an eyebrow.]
What are you doing?
[Perhaps if he focuses on her issues, he might be able to distract her from his- the very obvious way his body has aged, or perhaps just lost the youth highbloods tend to keep for so much longer. His face sags and is is wrinkled, and his fingers seem more shriveled up.]
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[When he sees her in the tree, he raises an eyebrow.]
What are you doing?
[Perhaps if he focuses on her issues, he might be able to distract her from his- the very obvious way his body has aged, or perhaps just lost the youth highbloods tend to keep for so much longer. His face sags and is is wrinkled, and his fingers seem more shriveled up.]