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He jumped, her voice having shaken him from his thoughts. He was quick to turn on his heel to face the young woman. She wasn't imposing in any way, shape, or form but she was so different than what he was used to seeing. She reminded him of the human that he'd once met, maintaining that so fragile build but there was something odd about her. He sensed power beneath the surface. She didn't seem to fear him either, probably because she hadn't grown up with Irish folklore warning her away from the waters in case of Kelpies or perhaps she just honestly didn't know what he was.

Either way, this was different. His eyes were black, he'd mostly been lucky that they weren't the same dead, white, orbs that his horse form possessed. They were still strange to stare directly into. He appraised the young lady for a moment longer than necessary, sealing her into his memory. She had thick dark hair that framed a pleasant face and very pale skin. Her eyes were gray and bright. She looked [i]friendly[/i], and that caught him off guard.

"[color=9e0b0f]Yeah,[/color]" he responded, his voice was hesistant and carrying a thick Irish brogue. "[color=9e0b0f]I. . . I've never actually been around this many people before. Where I come from, it's a wonder if the stray human finds their way there without help from a will o' the wisp. Even then, it doesn't ever work out for them much.[/color]"

He said this with a hint of cynicism, humans that found their way to the lake were often drowned. If not by him then by some other Kelpie. They all had their tastes, he'd stuck to drowning humans that he deemed worthy of a watery grave. He was also one of the few who found it important to warn kids away from the water, first in his horse form and later in his human form. He found that most people trusted him more when he looked like them instead of a rotting, wet, horse. 

Even in this form, he was very estranged though. His flesh couldn't seem to take the excess of iron and lack of water. At times he'd catch rot blossoming in his human skin, it was all very perilous. Self-cautiously, he rubbed at one of the dark purple bruises on his arm. "[color=9e0b0f]And. . . what of you, miss? Have you ever met so many oddities? I. . . I've been to Unseelie court parties and been less nervous than I am currently.[/color]"

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