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He had forgotten much, in his years. Living in solitude had turned his mind onto itself; he retreated and fell back to the old ways of things. Ezekiel was feral; he was the type of man who would have thrived without the aid of hands or the intelligence gifted by their disease. So it did not surprise him to have forgotten the girl at first glance; many faces had come and gone.
Yet she recalled his name, and in doing so, he remembered the child he had found on the shores so long ago. Hardly anything had changed. It was a jarring realization. “Zana?” He started, amber eyes widening. She had been small before, but it had been years! She was smaller than Symera, even. Scarred face turned up towards the horse, whose nervousness the hunter could smell. He made a low, imitation whinny in greeting (for low-speech, while capable, sounded peculiar from canines) and gestured in the same way. “A bit big for you, isn’t he?” A half-joke. His own stallion would likely raise hell with yet another male coming into the herd.
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