which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are.
Tarian hasn’t made up his mind what he thinks of Loess yet. (And that is, perhaps, for the better because once it’s made, there nothing more iron-clad than his judgment.) Stubbornly (and probably infuriating to his free-spirited twin) stone-walled solid, Liam had once said about the pale pegasus.
A horse would have a better time arguing with a pile of rocks than convincing Tarian to change his mind (or so Liam implied).
The stone that he had cast barely settles before somebody approaches him. His reaction to her is unusual - Tarian is usually guarded. Instead of the calculation that the dun pegasus might have otherwise received, the gray stallion only sighs. He assumes that it has to do more with his thirst and the journey here. That, maybe, both of those things took more out of him than he was prepared to admit.
His silver ears flick forward and to the side as he shifts his weight. The mare smells like water which immediately piques his curiosity. Tarian lifts his head as she comes closer because he has apparently piqued hers. The way her silver-grey eyes peer into his - like she is searching for something - brings the steel back into his stance.
"Apparently not,” the taller pegasus says with dry (much like his throat) humor to the scowling mare. "Perhaps they are keeping company with your smile?”
It touches on his pride that she comments on his lack of manners. He even thinks about clipping more words with her. However, as his blue eyes take in her smaller nature and notice the storm clouds in her eyes, he decides against it. Aggravating the residents of that reside in this rolling hills will do nothing for him, even less for the plucky little mare if he's permitted to stay. He flicks his tail and inhales deeply instead, "This is Loess, isn’t it? Do you know where I might find her Leader?”
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