05-26-2018, 10:29 AM
Low hanging branches part and give way to a night traveler. The stranger is robed in silver and brown, colors not unlike Tymber's own. They stand not four yards from each other , multi toned gazes locked upon the other to decide just how much trouble they could be in with each other. It seems to be the new comer that decides Tymber couldn't (or possibly just wouldn't) do him much harm and approaches with a friendly greeting.
The slim stallion dips his head as the other approaches, acknowledging that he had in fact heard the strangers hello.
"Good night indeed."
The voice that slips into the night air is a kind one, not overly iced with age or a hatred of the world, but it wasnt honeysuckle jasmine either. It is the tone of passerby. Its his way of trying to make a friend of this man.
If it turned out badly in the end the poor stags chances werent looking too good. The forest hued stranger was large in build (though their height was nearly the same) an easy match for the slim frame of Tymber's ancestry. Might as well make a friend of him then huh?
"Do you hail from here silver stranger?"
It is an attempt at small talk, perhaps the last attempt he will have to make if the stallion so chooses to speak to him.
The slim stallion dips his head as the other approaches, acknowledging that he had in fact heard the strangers hello.
"Good night indeed."
The voice that slips into the night air is a kind one, not overly iced with age or a hatred of the world, but it wasnt honeysuckle jasmine either. It is the tone of passerby. Its his way of trying to make a friend of this man.
If it turned out badly in the end the poor stags chances werent looking too good. The forest hued stranger was large in build (though their height was nearly the same) an easy match for the slim frame of Tymber's ancestry. Might as well make a friend of him then huh?
"Do you hail from here silver stranger?"
It is an attempt at small talk, perhaps the last attempt he will have to make if the stallion so chooses to speak to him.