11-22-2015, 03:35 PM
He had but just heard the mare's reply, bristling slightly at the smirk she threw him. He was raised to believe that mares should submit, at least somewhat, to a stallion, but this mare spit in the eyes of tradition. Gutsy, but more than a little irritating. And the stallion seemed more his style, anyways - shaggy as he was, he seemed rugged, wise. He felt he had the potential to enjoy his company.
But as he turned his head, he saw yet another stallion moving towards him - these lands seemed rather desperate for his kind. Never had so many approached him at once. It certainly sparked his pride. He, however, noted the quietness of this new stallion, the deepness of his voice and the way he moved. He felt himself torn, almost, between the two. "Magnus." He tested the name and dipped his head to the new member of their little gathering, ears pricking as he talked. He appreciated the recognition of the strangeness of this place, and he was not surprised to hear the question yet again.
"I am Syden." He chose instead to introduce himself, pausing before addressing the question. "I have been offered a spot with Hurricane." His head tilted towards the stallion; "And I assume Estonia was to ask me the same." He met Magnus's eyes steadily, shifting on his feet. What power he had in this situation! "I know not of any of your motives. What would make me accept your invitation, any of yours?"