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Solace hummed as he moved through the Threshold. He hadn’t encountered any newcomers yet, but perhaps that was because of his late start. There had been much of a hurry to get to the Threshold today for some reason, in fact, he spent a portion of his time doing a brief patrol of his own home, the Foothills. Recruiting was important he knew, but it wsa also important for him to still act as a warrior. Tallsun was coming to a close, and Solace anticipated the cool air of orangemoon. The orange leaves and chilled air would be a welcome change to the green draft, though his preference would always remain birdsong. It had warmth, but wasn’t scorching like tallsun.
Scents of foreigners and other herds lingered in the air, but all their scents mostly stale. For a moment he stopped to pick at a few strands of grass. It never hurt to eat when there was an opportunity. He fliced his tail and then glanced around. Surely there had to be someone within these borders. Patience was a virtue, and Solace knew he had to wait and the foreigners would come.
He continued on his way, just roaming about the familiar forest. Faces that he had met and the faces of those he had brought home with him. Several of them he hadn’t seen since bringing them to the Foothills. Part of him wondered if they decided herd life wasn’t for them, or if maybe a worse fate had befallen them. Of course, there were still faces he had seen around, and one even was a friend.
The sound of a whinny broke the stallion from his thoughts. He turned his head and scented a stranger. Slowly he walked in the direction, but stopped a good distance away. The mare is winged, and quite beautiful at that. For now, she seemed potential for the Foothills. Solace slipped from the forest and made himself visible, and just as he was about to introduce himself, another voice spoke. Another wined one, and Solace dipped his head in a respectful greeting. No matter where she hailed from, Solace made an effort to be civil to all who wandered these grounds, no matter how dark or malicious they may be. He then noticed the bird, he assumed it must be the mare’s bonded.
More the green draft was exposed to those with such an intimate bond, the more he found himself desiring such a thing. That was athought for another time though, he needed to focus on the potential new blood for his herd. He dipped his head at the other mare, finding that to be enough of hello, he said, “I’m Solace.” No reason to draw it on longer than necessary. Idle chat was something he found himself getting in the habit of, and he was deciding now would be best to break it.
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