Fresh off his success in the war, he returns to the field. His little family is still growing - four new young foals to his name this season - and there’s no reason he can’t speed up the growth. Five mares is certainly a respectable number for a herd, but there’s no reason he can’t try for six.
His red eyes scan the meadow for a moment, eyeing the different prospects in the field. Finally, they settle upon a dun mare, drinking from a small puddle of fresh rainwater. She’s nothing special at first glance - acceptable enough in appearance, seemingly healthy. She’ll do.
He decides, for the first time in a long time, to lay on the ‘gentle’ persona a little. Why not have a little fun?
He approaches, then stops a respectful distance away, slipping on a kindly smile. “Why hello there! Are you new to Beqanna?” She certainly smells as if she is. “I’m Zayn, it’s nice to meet you!”
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess