The landscape is dotted with active fires jittering upwards in a spasmodic enthusiasm for life and the smoldering pits of those that have already extinguished, their empty bowls lined with a finely grained ash that still wafts out great gusts of heat and intermittent tendrils of smoke that mask the scent of others nearby and shortens the average viewing distance to a few meters.

Some might think this vision of fire and stone is a realization of some religious hell, but the old stallion weaving between lit and unlit banks of kindling knows better. He slides his body along invisible walls of warmth with an expression of total satisfaction on his face, soaking up the comforts of increased blood flow, unbound muscles, and joints loosened to smoother gliding by this naturally occurring heat therapy.

Lulled to distraction, he's nearly nose to tail with an attractive auburn rump by the time he realizes he's not alone. Curling his neck to stop from blundering directly into the stranger, he peers around the nameless buttocks (though not before taking an appreciative sniff and noting the scattered flecks of white across it) to scan the crowd. Johnny is there, and so is Ki'irha, but the rest he doesn't know. The guy with the lantern hung from his horns was with Rexanna at her birthing of Rein, but Albrecht arrived too late to catch the stallions name. Something with a T maybe?

All eyes are turned inward with a palpable intensity. Curious, the old stallion follows the line of sight to an odd sort of exotic bird squatting on top of a glass bottle, something shiny and spherical tucked inside it. Well Albrecht likes shiny. He likes shiny a lot actually. The disk on the auburn rumps face is shiny too, as are the golden cuff on her leg and the glittering scales of the dragon-like Pegasus across the way, but the orb inside the bottle shines brighter than all of those put together and so he passes them by for now, stepping up to the blonde colored fluff with the total lack of giving-a-fuck that only old age can inspire.

"Hey there freakish dragon-bird. I admire your technique, but don't you think taking the orb out of the bottle would be even better? Can't have an umber ass with pasty chestnuts right?"


OOC // Wishlist No prior refusals.

Seeking magic upgrade for :: [ Magic: LightxSpark | Ability to stimulate pleasure centers of brain inducing attraction/affection. ]
:: Upgrade | Can focus the effects of this magic on a third party rather than himself.

+1 Extra Roll for Herd Champions
+1 Extra Roll from Prize List