the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Fennick smiled at Gaza, then chuckled at little at his introduction.
“Well then, I’m very happy to rectify that.” Fennick wasn’t much of a talker, but he when he played at being a diplomat he attempted to do the position some justice. It would be a shame, to wander into the Field only to convince everyone that the Valley was a hopeless, depressing place.
Gaza, Magnus and Fennick soon had company, and the black stallion nodded at them in greeting. Of course he recognized Erebor, they had bumped into each other several times. The girl he didn’t know, but he repeated her name to himself, in case they should cross paths again. Soleil got to the point first, and not to be outdone, Fennick followed suit.
“You would also be welcome in the Valley. We’re experiencing a bit of a rebirth at the moment. There’s plenty of opportunity for ambitious men to leave their mark. Or, if you’re not so ambitious, to be entertained by those who are.” It wasn’t much of a sale’s pitch, but hey, it was true. Fennick was still rather new to his home, and already much had happened. He felt the direction of the wind, and knew enough to realize it was changing.
He couldn’t say how he knew this, he just did. In a rare moment of unguarded expression, Fennick grinned. There was adventure in his expression, and a bit of wicked glee. He didn't know much of anything about Magnus, but he seemed like a man of action. Perhaps he would do well among the Valley ranks.