[Gonna be short, because my post didn't include Kratos (just saw it xD my bad). But also bc he would like to reply lol]
Bicolored eyes slide over to the massive white and black stallion as he speaks. He studies him momentarily, because he can feel the electricity coming off the man. He feels it like static, and his own wild energy responds with his heart giving a light palpitation. It is not in fear, but in admiration. He has heard of this man, mere whispers on the wind of his abilities, as well as briefly scenting him in the jungle. Though he hadn't recognized it then, he is able to place it now. However, he does not in fact know his name. Simeon stands in place as the draft speaks, taking it all in stride, nodding to him when he is through. "I'm Simeon. As I said, it was my mother's scheme to have me stand beside Errant. But I don't want a hand-out. I'd like to stay here and learn all of what is to be learned, including your names, but I do not believe I should stand as a king, or even as a right-hand, until it has been earned. As of yet, I am inexperienced. Would like to change that, in time." He is nothing if not honest and outgoing. He was laying it all out for them, a confession of sorts, he is not so prideful as to make claims to dress himself up before them, because in time it would be proven how much of a novice he was indeed. The young stallion does want to learn what they would teach him. His loyalty would lie with his family, but his family is extended here as well. In the end, though, they could all take his confession for weakness, he is aware. While he certainly does not deem himself so, his inexperience could be seen as such. But he leaves it up to them: would he be deemed fit to stay and learn, or be sent back to the Jungle? And so he waits.
Bicolored eyes slide over to the massive white and black stallion as he speaks. He studies him momentarily, because he can feel the electricity coming off the man. He feels it like static, and his own wild energy responds with his heart giving a light palpitation. It is not in fear, but in admiration. He has heard of this man, mere whispers on the wind of his abilities, as well as briefly scenting him in the jungle. Though he hadn't recognized it then, he is able to place it now. However, he does not in fact know his name. Simeon stands in place as the draft speaks, taking it all in stride, nodding to him when he is through. "I'm Simeon. As I said, it was my mother's scheme to have me stand beside Errant. But I don't want a hand-out. I'd like to stay here and learn all of what is to be learned, including your names, but I do not believe I should stand as a king, or even as a right-hand, until it has been earned. As of yet, I am inexperienced. Would like to change that, in time." He is nothing if not honest and outgoing. He was laying it all out for them, a confession of sorts, he is not so prideful as to make claims to dress himself up before them, because in time it would be proven how much of a novice he was indeed. The young stallion does want to learn what they would teach him. His loyalty would lie with his family, but his family is extended here as well. In the end, though, they could all take his confession for weakness, he is aware. While he certainly does not deem himself so, his inexperience could be seen as such. But he leaves it up to them: would he be deemed fit to stay and learn, or be sent back to the Jungle? And so he waits.
