Leaves and sticks rained down on them causing a shriek of outrage to burst from Zafir. Astarot ducked his head to save his eyes from the shrapnel. When the raining of twigs finally stops the duo look up to see what the hell was happening. A small form he recognized was circling above them yelling hello. He groaned softly and closed his eyes. He didn't have anything against the tiny stallion, but it didn't make a good impression to come crashing through the trees at a stranger. Still, it was kind of funny. Zafir rolled her scarlet eyes and brushed the pieces of tree from Astarot's broad back. He listened to her growling softly under her breath and he wished he could hear what she was thinking. In all honesty, it was probably a good thing he couldn't speak to her yet.

He emerged again talking about a bear that stole a sauce pan. 'What the hell is a sauce pan, and why would a bear want it?!" He held his tongue. Cassius spoke though asking a strange question, one that made almost as much sense as a the little man's rambling about a bear stealing something besides his hide. He glanced at Zafir, but she still looked pissed so he turned back to the stallions a smile on his face. Zafir's grumpiness amused him greatly. Ya it had been annoying, but like a fly, easy to push away.

Then the tiny man did something that made the larger cringe; he walked under the newcomer. His eyes shut tight once more as if in pain as his body tensed. He was sure the tiny stallion was about to go flying through the air. Heck,on good kick and he would surely be done for. His eyes only opened when the grey equine giggled and complained of it tickling. His body relaxed 'Sun God help me out here.' He sighed softly, "Hello Pipin, it's nice to actually meet you instead of just seeing you around." He smiled down at the tiny winged man.

To his surprise and please another steps from the underbrush, a mare this time. He smiles warmly at her and dips his head respectfully and Zafir looks her over slowly judging her more than the stallions. Satisfied she turned back to the main stallion, the foamy one. He couldn't help but think how pretty she was with her dark pelt and teal markings. She asked about sour-grass and he tilts his head curiously wondering what she is talking about. His eyes shift to the unknown grey then at the green foam. He smiles in understanding. He was chewing on sour-grass, why, he had no idea.

Finally the grey gives his name and his bone marked head dipped again warmly, "It's a pleasure Yves. This is the Threshold, it's the opening to Helovia." He paused to glance at everyone before speaking again, "This is where members of different herds come to bring travelers home with them. I assume that's why the rest of these nice people are here." He smiled at everyone then fell silent once more.
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OOC/Tags;; @Pippigrin And no problem Yves! We all get busy <3