The Pampas could sure use some more life, the spotted male would wholeheartedly agree. Unfortunately he hasn’t succeeded in recruiting very well; stating that he is from a herdland, as a male, not always gets the response he wants. Even though he can say that Noah leads it, well, what does that make him? Or perhaps he’s just not exactly good enough with words.
And then there’s the matter of most his children living in Ischia instead of here - perhaps that might make a difference; friends for Noma, and perhaps more horses attracted more horses in general. A large herd to care for, to care about - a dream for a dreamland that had stayed a dream so far.
But life doesn’t always comply to one’s wishes - more often, it does not. In the moment, Aodhán felt like it shouldn’t be his responsibility to recruit, and yet he would want it to be - if he were better at it.
He knows Castile sent a family member to the Pampas, once. He wasn’t entirely certain she’d stay at first, but her scent did not fade. Now and then he was impolite enough to take the form of some animal and see what she was doing - like today.
Mostly she looked bored. When she called out, this confirmed his suspicion, and although he felt reluctant to approach her because he suspected all kinds of prejudice from her, well - perhaps there was a common goal to be found, after all.
The lizard scurries away through the grass quickly, into the nearest tree, his white shape clearly visible on the trunk. He enlarges his size and then tilts his head back towards the mare, blinking his emerald orbs at her before speaking up. ”You’re the Loessian girl, right?”
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Cyprin] ^^