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Balios seemed to study him for a few moments longer, but Kaj didn't mind at all. He was hard to irritate, and why would he be upset over something so simple? Balios had the right to know who could possibly be recruiting him into different herds after all, for surely the stallion knew by now that this was the place where souls traveled to find homes or decide that they wished to strike out into the wild lands, unprotected by the gods that were patrons to the herds. Though like Tor, whom had led him to his home, many were wanderers at heart and simply could not help it. Therefore Kaj had long decided that he could not and would not judge them for following their hearts, for it was the only compass that always pointed north.
The brute took a few moments to mull over his words, which Kaj allowed him. He disliked pushy people, and wouldn't become one of them. There was more than enough time in the world, after all. Soft chuckle rumbles out of his chest, understanding what Balios was feeling. "It's natural to be confused, especially if you're new here." Smiling good-naturedly when Balios admitted to having not known where he was until Kaj had told him. "That's a good goal, Balios. There are plenty of herds that would accept you. The Basin, to the North, is for unicorns. To the South is the Throat, a more militant herd. To the South East are the Windtossed Foothills. My home is the World's Edge, to the South West. All but the Basin are accepting of all races, that I am aware of. I can lead you to whichever you choose." Letting Balios make the decisions, as he knew that some herds simply did not fit you.
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