Paladin was an immovable force on the edge of the ocean, standing with the same warriors grace he was born with, but he felt like driftwood getting beaten by the tide. Without having to move his body, he knew someone was coming. The wind shifted, ever so slightly, around their form, causing different hairs along his body to be disrupted. Eventually, he tilted an ear and averted his gaze to see Smoke making her way to him, purposefully. Well this was new. He could not say that he was entirely overjoyed to be in her company, but it was not unwelcome.
She stood beside him, and he did not move. The facade of strength and power remained fully intact, hiding the turmoil beneath. When she spoke, he furrowed his brows, wondering what she was attempting to dig up from the past or if she even was. He frowned. "Mmhmm," he agreed. As a statement of fact, her words rang true, but he did not know how else to treat them, especially lost in his melancholy as he was.
The warrior had little time to over analyze Smoke's words when two young ones came wandering by. How did he attract children? Paladin's eyes dimmed slightly, and he cast and helpless gaze back at Smoke. He had his own children whom he tried to raise honorable and trashed his teachings. He did not need anymore clambering at his mind and sense of honor only to be a disappointment.
Such was Paladin's depression that the cheer of others only served to sink him further into a hole. He hid it well, the mask of the warrior fitting flawlessly, like a second skin. "Greetings," he replied. The stallion raised a brow, able to discern some of the markings seemed to be from his daughter, but the gold instantly reminded him of another stallion... Midas, was the name. "Oh, and who is your mother?" he asked curiously, eyeing the second figure to arrive.
He was running and not stopping. What had spooked the child? Someone needed to teach him not to bolt and instead face his fears. Paladin was not the one to do that, not anymore. But perhaps he would have a weakness for the colt, a bitter replacement for the son he never had. Was he truly this pathetic now? Instead of moving, Paladin let the foal run straight into his side. The colt was build small and wiry, and Paladin's body barely swayed from the meager force.
Crimson eyes looked down and frowned. "Bolting without looking is not wise," he said simply, looking to Smoke again. She had children. Certainly she would shed some light on the situation so that he wouldn't ruin more children.
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