[forgive me if his speech changes around. I'm still trying to get a hold on this character and how much speech I want to provide him :P]

The stranger regards him with a cool gaze that provides little information. Jaydan doesn't expect anything less. He does sense a certain, disregard from the dark one however, and suspects it's of his odor and grimy appearance. He feels mildly embarrassed, and reminds himself he really must bathe soon. Water is hard to come by this season though, his inner, pitiful subconscious whines.

The pendant, a gift from his now dead rider, would never be removed. It is precious to him, and keeps him connected to her even now in her after life period. All warriors in his land, even non-warriors, had such personal homages. They were all brightly colored too. The elves liked the variety of their coats. Such notions of these things he bears being seen as unsightly on a warrior do not, nor have they ever, crossed his mind.

Of course, his entire home is burned and gone now. Perhaps shiny jewels and bright coats are to blame? Just the wickedness of the trolls is to blame his mind hisses.

Such thoughts are turned away by talk, which is a good thing because he would have begun to go down far too dark of pathways. Luin's death is crippling enough, he cannot handle thinking of everyone else lying burned and broken too.

Jaydan nods as Cysaro dismisses the injuries. He'd suspected as much, but wanted to offer hospitality all the same. As Cysaro continues, explaining his name and his nickname, Jaydan cannot help but tilt his head, mildly puzzled. If both friends and enemies call him Crow, how would he really know the difference? "What matter? Crow to both." Jaydan states simply, wings rising and falling like a shrug. "Time is fast to know. Stay some suns, then we see, Cysaro." Jaydan smiled, supplementing his true name since he said only friends and enemies called him Crow, not strangers. It was far too soon to place this stallion in any category however, but Jaydan would not be quick to place him in the latter group.

"Kri king here. Pegasus flock most. Many other flocks around - Helovia." Wings lift to sweep largely across the horizon, in the direction beyond the herd land, to emphasize the entire area is Helovia. "Some flocks friends, some enemies." Again Jaydan shrugs. This is the natural order of things, although he supposed Kri's hardy nature made her more prone to making enemies. "You fight?" Jaydan asks then, his tone a bit more serious and committed now. They were in desperate need of good fighters.