He was pleasantly surprised by the turnout; it would seem that the pride they all felt in looking on the wall had been infectious, touching the hearts of many who would come to assist the one-eared herbalist in her endeavors. Even though some weren’t to the appearance he preferred and filled him with a tense nervousness (Alysanne, and even the mare known as Africa who he recalled from the Heart) that outweighed even his discomfort at being the only male present. But, he was getting good at covering up his shyness and strange quirks of racism, especially in the Edge; he braved their mutated appearances without a blink, or a hesitant grimace of displeasure. He did, however, shuffle around a bit upon realizing that he was alone in a sea of women – discovered after his ears were flooded by a mass volume of female toned words.

Perhaps growing flowers wasn’t much of a manly endeavor, he decided – but his muscles would dig far more efficiently than that of his delicate workmates. They were all smaller than him, by far, and aside from that, he’d had experience working in a unit – something he was unsure of for all the ladies currently present.

"I can begin to expand. How far out would you like it to -" managed the deep voiced youth, before being interrupted by the brilliantly stunning (as usual) appearance of the Glazier.

Her arrival drew the first true smile to his face since his first fleeting attempts at niceness towards the unknown Resplendence, though he had given a nod of greeting to Africa upon her silent appearance. He wasn’t sure what she was doing here, but a faint memory in the back of his mind about alliances between the Edge and another herd sparked a welcome light upon her presence.

Kahlua, however, was more than welcome; she was beautiful as ever, her whites gleaming and blacks deep and thoughtful, while her personality outshone even her stunning looks. She greeted everyone in turn, the boy smiling sheepishly at her boisterous behavior and in response to the fluttering that had again begun to churn in his belly.

He wouldn’t ever learn a damn thing being this distracted around her. Something had to give. It just had to.

His own voice rumbled out friendly hello’s in return to the quickly ushered ones of the Glazier as she bounced from person to person, finally settling on the subject of a greenhouse. His ears perked forward at the mention of this building – he had heard of such things from his father, but had never seen one. While he might excel in digging out more space for the garden, he was truly interested in a place where winter could not touch that which grew within.

It just seemed… magical.

Dragomir