11-02-2017, 06:02 PM
Her stare is direct and attentive but the only response it recieves ia slow blink. His thoughts were his own and the only way she'd know what he thought of the overactive mare were if she had mental abilities that told her so. But from observation she seemed more the physical type. Though only time would tell if that were the case for sure.
With silent observation he watched her closely, listening to her words, another slow blink happening in response when she declares herself a queen - no, not a queen, the keeper. He's never experienced such a thing before and he masks his surprise well. Kings and queens werea a completely foreign concept to the buckskin and white4 stallion. Though he had to remember that this wasn't home. This wasn't where he had grown into the young adult he now was. The customs and cultures were utterly different to what he had become accustomed to.
Because of this, it would take some time to get used to. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable or unwilling to learn; quite the opposite actually. It's when she finally stops speaking that the well muscled stallion rolls his shoulders in a small shrug and he nods in acknowledgement. "I think I'll remain here. I don't see a problem with you stepping into the role of leader. You have spoken of your training and if you have the experience you express then I feel you are highly capable and of course will do a good job."
He grows silent, his voice drifting through the air between them all. "I wish you luck in your new role and I shall lhelp and serve you appropriately - this goes to the rest of you as well." He looks across the crowd until finally his eyes land on the hyperactive soul. He may be easily annoyed by loud noises and overactive personalities, but that didn't mean he was incapableof learning to tolerate or even like them. He would just need time and until then - and even after - he would treat her with the same respect as he would give the rest.
KELSIE
georgian grande buckskin overo stallion; immortal
With silent observation he watched her closely, listening to her words, another slow blink happening in response when she declares herself a queen - no, not a queen, the keeper. He's never experienced such a thing before and he masks his surprise well. Kings and queens werea a completely foreign concept to the buckskin and white4 stallion. Though he had to remember that this wasn't home. This wasn't where he had grown into the young adult he now was. The customs and cultures were utterly different to what he had become accustomed to.
Because of this, it would take some time to get used to. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable or unwilling to learn; quite the opposite actually. It's when she finally stops speaking that the well muscled stallion rolls his shoulders in a small shrug and he nods in acknowledgement. "I think I'll remain here. I don't see a problem with you stepping into the role of leader. You have spoken of your training and if you have the experience you express then I feel you are highly capable and of course will do a good job."
He grows silent, his voice drifting through the air between them all. "I wish you luck in your new role and I shall lhelp and serve you appropriately - this goes to the rest of you as well." He looks across the crowd until finally his eyes land on the hyperactive soul. He may be easily annoyed by loud noises and overactive personalities, but that didn't mean he was incapableof learning to tolerate or even like them. He would just need time and until then - and even after - he would treat her with the same respect as he would give the rest.
georgian grande buckskin overo stallion; immortal
Kelsie will stay. Diplomat please
