Evers shifted the new weight that now bared down on him. He had looked at it in many ways, it was the opportunity to do good but what if Mandrake appeared? Would she be proud of her son's achievement or would it just become another means to an end. He felt nervous but powerful and joyous but sad, all in all he dearly wished his brother Archibald was here to lead beside him. The image of the dun warrior and his collie dog entered his mind; Ricochet. There was something about that boy that gave him, what Evers felt, a commanding presence. Whether it was good or bad he could not yet tell. The first few days of rule were bound to be edgy, he just hoped they all got on reasonably well.

The skinny blue spotted the delicate silver of Svetlana, the high spirited femme he had met during a wild night. Dark feather and ice cold fur a striking contrast, a dream for bards wanting a new song to sing. Next to her was burnt face and his shaggy pet, Evers idly wondered how on earth he managed to earn the scar in such an unfortunate place. The dunskin stood at the same height as himself but harboured a far more muscular structure. Snow gave way and moaned as the newly crowned hooves moved carefully into the gathering of leads.

First thing that appeared on the agenda was the lack of members their herd contained, as Evers walked in on the conversation, a nod in greeting for the two. Ricochet already seemed to think himself a diplomat and even though the blue's title did carry the stature of 'War Lord', he was the former diplomat which left a faint tinge of resentment that he wasn't expected to further that duty. Evers stopped himself from muttering and made a mental note to track down Archibald for warrior training. The Incendiary's voice tailed off and Evers decided to step in before Svetlana.

"I agree, our herd does lack in members-" He looked full on at Ricochet then, his face firm but polite. "You seem to have a handle on the travellers. In that case I'll see to the strength of our borders and the military. It is in my title after all." There. They may be co-ordinating leads but one would be foolish to rely solely on them. If the equine wanted to play diplomat then he would just have to play warrior. Evers spared a moment to consider whether he'd gone insane and decided to have that discussion with himself later.

The blue thoughtfully to look over at Svetlana, wondering what she had in mind. "You are this land's first Pegasus lead. What do you have in mind?"