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"I see," said Ravindra slowly, letting his voice trail off into silence. It was indeed very peaceful in here, and pleasant to be out of the rain. He gave his mane a little shake, sending small droplets spraying back into the air. He watched as Lokesvara did the same, though her hair was much more difficult to toss with its greater length and volume. When they had both finished and looked more settled, he decided it was time to work back to the reason of his visit.

"Is this a good place for the reading?" he asked gently, hoping she didn't think he was attempting to rush her. He really was eager to know the history of his soul.

At first, Ravindra felt nothing. Lokesvara was staring into his eyes in a piercing manner, but there was nothing more to it than that. Then, he too started feeling a little strange. It was not nearly so strong as the effects upon Lokesvara herself, but he almost felt like the rest of the world was growing more distant. It was like he was standing deep within a cave and looking out at the world, but the world was a far-off place that he was not part of.

His eyes felt like they were locked onto hers. Staring at her like that, he was struck by a sense of strangeness. He had thought she was a young mare, but now she felt ancient. He couldn't explain it to himself, because she still had the exact same appearance, but he felt like he was staring at the oldest soquili he'd ever known.

"Well, that was all very interesting." said a caustic voice from the doorway. Viserys Targaryen stood at the entrance, watching them archly with one brow quirked upwards. He hadn't heard the introduction. All that he knew is that there were voices, then there were these two staring deeply into each other's eyes in some unimpressive ruin. He'd come over here looking for some shelter himself, but apparently this one was taken by some bizarre and failed romantic venture.

He glanced between the two of them. The angeni looked somewhat impressive. She wore far more gold than he did. That crown of hers could buy the loyalty of a company of mercenaries for some time. The flutter was less interesting to him, but flutters rarely were. He considered them barely better than the air-headed usdia. They were tiny and spent their time smelling flowers. They rarely had anything that he considered interesting to say.

Lokesvara was somewhat less forgiving than Ravindra. After coming out of her trance state, it was especially grating to be intruded on. She had known many pleasant kalona crosses before, but something about the look of this one told her that he was not as friendly as some of the others she had met. Ordinarily she still would have treated him with some measure of politeness and respect, but after her reading, she did not have the mental energy to spare on him.

"You are interrupting something private and important," she said flatly, looking the stranger directly in the eyes. "Please leave. If you have business with the Padmapani herd, continue north to find them. If not, be aware that you are on the edges of their territory."

Even after the stranger left, all Ravindra could do was blink. What had just happened? They had been doing their reading one moment, then interrupted, and now Lokesvara had chased off the stranger entirely. He wished the stranger had stayed around long enough for him to get his name. Now all he could do was describe him to Daenerys and see what she had to say, but he knew she would have questions if this fellow had some connection to her.

"Do you know who that was?" he asked hopefully, looking over to Lokesvara. Maybe the stallion was a frequent irritation in this area. If that was the case, she might be able to answer some of his questions. If not, he supposed it might just have to remain a mystery a while longer.

That had somewhat spoiled the mood. Lokesvara looked perturbed and Ravindra felt the same. He felt somehow embarrassed by the encounter, like the stallion had interrupted something secret. At the very least, he had truly interrupted something very deeply personal. It was hard to even work back to the subject again, but Ravindra still had questions unanswered.

"I hope he won't come back," he said, with a glance cast in the direction the stranger had left in. "But since he doesn't appear to be returning for now..." Hopefully, he watched her, curiosity possessing him. "What did you see?" It was finally time to hear what he had journeyed here to learn. What was the history of his spirit? He yearned to know the answer....

"Ah." For a moment Ravindra stood silently, locked in thought. No previous incarnations. It was indeed not what he had expected. He had thought that his soul might be an old one, and that his current life was built upon generations of previous experience. Apparently he had no spiritual foundation for his current existence.

"And you're certain?" he asked slowly, still trying to gather his thoughts. "Does it mean anything in particular?" What sort of significance did that have? How were new souls generated? He had his answer, but it raised more questions than anything. His mind was now abuzz with yet more curiosity. Perhaps the angeni knew some of these secrets and could tell him. Could she possibly know the origins of spirits? He looked at her, searching and waiting.