The roan stag blinked, and looked carefully at the two mares before him. Amber pools took in both their forms as he listened to their responses, his ears flickering at the notes that they each emitted. They were both so very different, he could tell, and not only in their appearance. Both looked intent on their purpose that was for sure, how odd it was to him that their herds should send mares, or was that kingdoms? Now that was a new thought, a kingdom Had they not been content with just a territory here? He wondered what all a kingdom entailed and how it differed from the common herd he was accustomed to.
"A home? Well yes I suppose I'll need a place to stay, can't go wandering aimlessly" How funny it was to him that the mares intentions were the exact opposite of what he had been expecting, though it hadn't really occurred to him where he would be staying, he just knew he should go. He took note that he had not so successfully hidden his reaction to the marred facade of the black and white that stood in their party. He would have to work on that more, he thought to himself. A faint afterglow of what he was sure was once a glorious smile, struggled to achieve the same glory on the bay. The warmth it intended was felt, but the crease at the corners of his oculars deepened as he wondered what it was masking.
Funny it was how that prickle would creep up into ones barrel, pushing or pulling them to go somewhere or do something,winding one's path along its course like a obstacle in the river. Weir didn't know why he had come, just that he should...and that was good enough for him,for now anyway."I'd be interested in hearing more",he conceded."It's not too often I'm propositioned by a mare to be truthful, not that that's a bad thing", he hurriedly righted his possible indignation of the two. All the while, he still strained his neck in its awkward curve, allowing him to converse without the assault on his nares. He shifted the weight of his chassis, attempting to relieve his discomfort. He would attend to their words, though that familiar feeling in his gut had likely already charted his course.
((OOC: no worries, I know those feels -pat pat-))
