He had taken to staring everything down, from passing mares, to stallions , and foals alike. To be honest it was anything but endearing, and perhaps was the reason so few had approached him. Of course, he himself hadn't the slightest idea as to why. He had racked it up to being his lack of years spent on this earth, no one took the young seriously, even his father had his doubts. He hadn't said it outright of course , but Killdare knew.. he wasn't as naive as he appeared to be. At least not in that aspect. So instead of accepting the lack of company as his own doing, he turned the tables. (surprising i know ) That one's too skinny he decided eyeing a black stag recruiting a chestnut mare off to his right. Wouldn't be worth my time training to do anything in that herd ,he thought as he scrutinized his competition. This activity didn't last long before the young bay became bored of his inward conversation.
He had been considering finding some mischief to entertain himself. There certainly were a lot of loose women about, who's to say he couldn't have a little fun? His thoughts were soon redirected as the form of a dual colored mare crossed the field in his direction. She was not hard on the eyes at all, even with her winter's shag clinging to her, and her pelt littered with what was that?...ashes? That was an oddity indeed, though he found the scent of charred pine and horse a pleasant aroma, widening his nostrils and breathing deeply. She had a regal sense about her, the way she carried herself...he knew this was not just some broodmare. His interest peaked as she approached, and stood directly across from him, he took the faint incline of her dial to mean she was here strictly on business. He straightened, lowering his own crown only just..as was often sought from his elders or training commanders. His first thought was that this femme was some sort of general , perhaps a captain, it was not uncommon in his own homeland for mares to climb positions in the ranks. Some, he even might allow, had been deserving of the titles. Though few, yes, though few.
Only after she had spoken and made introductions, did the young brute give his own pleasantries. Besides, he had wanted to hear what she had to say, and one couldn't hear if they were constantly chattering."I'm Killdare", he offered adjusting his weight while making sure to be mindful of his stance. "It is my pleasure to meet you Straia of the Chamber, and to which proprietor do I owe such an audience?" Of course, he was inclined to assume the mare had been sent by whichever stallion had ruled this Chamber dominion.
But a mere intake of breath after his name and question had emitted as a fog from his heated maw, did Killdare note the stallion that had approached. A bleak soot colored scoundrel like that of his own sire, which automatically made him slightly defensive. He gave a quick nod to the second recruiter, though it was undeniably forced. "Afternoon", he returned.