The bay knew he had asked quite a few questions and thus the silence that followed from the grey stud was not unexpected. The Spanish stallion bent his muscular neck downwards and rubbed his baroque shaped muzzle against one forward-placed leg, scratching at the newly healed scar on the inside. He could feel Terra growing tired of the equines beneath his fluffy form, his mind drifting - Garnock did not mind. He felt sure that Solace was a gentleman rather than a cold blooded mercenary that he'd mentioned about carefully before. As for Storm whom was still rather tense and uneasy, the stallion would keep his judgements on her and likewise of the young secretive filly whose name he was unsure of. Finally his ashen muzzle rose from his fetlock, ebon forelock once again overflowing across his line of sight. The stallion's gaze was drawn back to the more vocal of his acquaintances as his ivory lips parted in speech, his tone calm and unwavering. The bay didn't look at him, instead his gaze was off in the shadows of the forest as his mind too wavered with the silence. Although he sought not to be rude, therefore forcing his attention more fully to Solace as he looked to the bulky stallion. Garnock allowed a slight smile to curve his lips at the male's answer, taking a liking to his honesty. I can tell you're honest Solace. You don't over-speak of your herd yet you don't downplay it. The noble, deep tones rang forth, a hint of happiness tainting otherwise neutral chords.

He answered the following question in the similar tone as before and Garnock smiled at the answer. It told him exactly what his crowded mind wished to know, and as his long banner flicked idly against his dark hocks, the male mulled over the answers, his mind sifting through them in detail. He calmly examined the nuts and bolts of each answer Solace had given him before the relative stranger offered to answer any more questions the bay outcast might have. Tilting his skull upwards so that he could examine the ivorine faced brute closer, Garnock looked between the other ladies, ever so slightly confused by their silence. Perhaps they had no herd and wanted to only here of Solace's...but that was unlikely. Shaking his mane out, Garnock sighed quietly to himself as it parted madly over both sides of his thick neck. What could he do though? Focusing on the matter at hand, the stallion nodded to the grey stallion, one uncovered emerald hue gleaming at the prospect of a potential herd. I think the questions can be laid to rest for now - perhaps visiting the herd and your leader would be a good idea? Garnock offered the suggestion to see if Solace would take the bait and take him to the Foothills. He often found that the feeling emitted from a leader and the herd itself could write books on one herd rather than a member's words that'd simply fill one or two chapters.

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