He felt like he was getting back into the swing of things. He knew he was. Slowly the pain was subsiding, he tried to think happily on what would have been, or to simply not think of it at all. He was surprised he could be pained by something or someone he had never known, the hurt burned brightly and deeply. That was the beautiful thing about life and love though he supposed, such powerful things demanded powerful feelings in return.
He knows he is feeling better as he stalks the borders for the first time in ages. He had been doing an otherwise mediocre job at patrolling for the last few months, time to change that.
Glad he has decided to step it up again, because there is someone new standing at their borders today. Another stallion, he's about to cross actually and so Weir does something he does not often do. He begins a trot, hurriedly making his way over, "Terribly sorry, we have rules though you know. Not polite to cross the border without invitation." He does look sorry too, this man was obviously not a threat, had not come with ill intent. Rules are rules though, and he would be a poor soldier and diplomat if he just allowed him to walk on in, no questions asked.
"I'm Weir, resident Professor, army initiate, transformer of Magic. Many things, but mostly I am just Weir." A genuine smile plays at his lips as he spills his river of information. "Who might you be? Is there something I can help you with?" His amber eyes show creases of age though it is evident he is not entirely old, at least not for these lands.
WEIR
I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly
