A nod passes over his dial as he is peering at the beetle,its hard shell is a shiny green. Indeed the boy knew Elysteria, but Weir had figured he had so this was little surprise. Again another rabbit darts along the fields, or was it a hare? Weir would need to sort out this predicament if he was to keep any shred of his sanity. The wildlife was quite bold here, having grown accustomed to little threat posed by their equine neighbors he assumed.The child then describes his mother, A Tallulah he says, made of metal. Weir thinks he may know of the one, having caught a few glimpses of her from a bit of a distance. It was true she was terribly hard to miss, being covered in shining silver and all. Weir had not put forth much effort to say hello, for she had disappeared between the trees too fast, and he hadn't felt up to a game of chase. He figured he would meet the few inhabitants that he was told made this Dale their home, all in due time of course.
At this little tidbit he breathes a long solid breath of hot hair down at the creature before them. It hurriedly finishes its march, disappearing somewhere in the grasses on the other side."Cotinus nitida" He states, lifting his chestnut head from the ground, as if the colt had asked, or even understood what he was even talking about."I do believe I have seen her, a time or a few. We have never been introduced however,tell me, was she foaled that way? The shining metal skin?" He wondered, his thoughts leaking out his maw to become spoken word. He continued on, resuming his leisurely pace, making prolonged work of what may have otherwise been a short walk. Without waiting terribly long he again speaks,"Yes of course, I find it pleasant enough here. It is much a ghost town to be sure."He tacks on rather matter-of-fact."I do not believe I have met this 'angel' I was told of by the bay mare who led me here. Is it true? Is he a divine being, or merely one of those pegasus types?"He was ever the skeptic. Weir liked facts, he liked seeing things with his own two eyes. Things either were or they were not, and one mustn't do around spouting incorrect information. He steps over a few roots that have strayed rather far from their tree, rolling up about the earth in places, before sinking down beneath its surface once more.
