This little endeavor...
This little migration....
Had thus far proved to be much more interesting and profitable than Killdare had originally anticipated. Even though ,yet, he hadn't really held anything of worth. No titles, no lands, nothing to grasp in his own 2 hooves so to say, he did however hold the prospect of two different territories. Besides that it would show his father his worth, that he could indeed make it outside of the herd.
Twin auds flicker as the laughter floats from the mares maw, reaching out across the frozen air to his eardrums. The words following were almost foreign to him. He had owed the audience to her? How bizarre, he thought this land was going to be full of more curiosities,and how right he was. A small toss of his head to the side in his shock, before acceptance crept in and settled him, made a display before the three. Collecting himself as he formed a response that would be appropriate he calmly returned, "Well then, excuse my assumptions I stand corrected." He wasn't entirely sure what to make of her gestures, knowing what he knew now. That before him was not the war minx he had expected, but the commander of the herd itself. Was she toying with him? He had wondered how she had achieved such a status, which only enticed him to her more. She was interesting, perhaps he could learn from her, she had a way about her that he just could not place. Albeit he would have to suffer some form of shame he was sure, to apprentice to a mare. Perhaps if he chose to go with her he would simply just not mention that little tid bit when he ascended . Afterall, no one had said he had to be outright forthcoming with his intentions. He could just watch, listen....
He still had heard very little from the shadow that adorned their little trio. He stood there quiet but observant, a silent watcher perhaps waiting for Killdare to slip up. To perform or say something atrocious that would snuff out his interest in him. Killdare watched this one carefully, he wasn't exactly sure what he had wanted with him, he felt like he was being tested. His father had liked to test him. To warp his young mind. He had before gone weeks without water, until his tongue had taken on the consistency of sandpaper. He had endured days upon days without sleep, being made to stand in the elements, his skin blistered and raw. He had even taken life when he was so instructed to, whatever need be done, besides, Killdare carried an "It's me or them" mentality. He had been ran, and he had been beaten...but he hadn't been broken. Perhaps that was why father had been so hard on him? Killdare wouldn't give, he wouldn't beg like the others. Instead he would endure his torture in silence, or if the mood struck him a smart comment. His father would only look on, glowering at him in reticent disapproval.
At the last question he was inclined to give a forward answer,"I'd like a place among a combat division, opportunities for advancement perhaps to lead a battalion. I'd like safeguard in the herd and, will do my part to protect the herd in return." Though he desired much more, that would do for now he decided. He would start small, build his way up, work his way into the inner goings on. From there who knows, but he knew there was only one way..and that was up.