Archam made the journey from his herd lands in the Falls to the meadow; he had three beautiful foals this season and was looking to expand his herd for the coming Autumn. He started the Journey when the sun was just beginning to rise, and he stepped foot into the meadow when the sun was high in the sky. The heat was blazing making him desire shade from the harsh sun; his tail swatted at the bugs that annoyingly flew around him, almost like a game. The summers scent was almost dirty, the ground was always begging for water, causing sand to gust around in the air. His ears flicked around as he listened to the chatter of others, he could pick up the scent of a few kingdoms, all already claimed. 

He could not spot anyone new, and decided to rest underneath a tree that could provide shade. Once under the shady tree he lowered his head to grab a mouthful of grass, slowly raising his head as he chewed. He gazed over the land again looking for a new mare to speak with. 

The stallion continued to scan the area, mothers out and about with there new born foals, others chatting the day away. He wondered what life was like for the other equines, those who did not have a place to call home, was the meadow truly home? Did it suffice for them, unprotected with there foals pondering around.

He was distracted from his thoughts when a painted filly came dashing around towards him, probably chasing the blue butterfly that passed them both. He simply gazed at her, she was still rather far away but the filly had shock in her eyes. She stood there, frozen, they stared at each other for a few heart beats before the filly called out for her mother he scared her . He laughed slightly moving closer to the filly, she had the scent of the Falls making him curious as to who the mother of this foal was.

Hey playfully dipped his head to the filly, like one would to a royal what is it that scared you? he questioned the foal. Curious to what there was to be scared of, certainly not he.

Archam gazed at the filly who refused to speak to him, she stood there frozen with shock. He gave a small laugh and looked around waiting for the mother to arrive, and she surely did arrive. The Painted mare came charging in rearing in defense of her foal, who quickly bolted to her mothers side. After the commotion settled he realized who this mare was Nitika

He has run into the mare more than once, in the field, at the Falls and now. She had grown close with his own mate Anahi and so he gave a nod to her when she spoke his name Hello Nitika he eyed the foal curious to who the sire was. I was looking for mares to recruit, and what brings you to the meadow? he asked, really just to carry a conversation. The filly was a paint, so it could have been Jedis filly, but that stag would be with her, he couldn't leave the side of the one mare he had, while she was around.

He stepped closer to the pair, his gaze intent on the filly And what is your name? he questioned, perhaps he would receive a response now that her mother was around. He was pretty good around children, he did have quite a few himself. 

His gaze met hers when she explained why she was out here, it was understandable to visit the field in hopes to see the foals sire. But it was rather sad to hear the foals has never met her sire, but in this world that was normal. Archam did not know the meeting between the mare and the foal sire, and there could have been a fling, which often times is the case. He held no judgement, just gave a nod of acknowledgement.

His gaze turned back to the filly who clenched closer to her mother, trying to be completely invisible to Archam. Nitika tried to coerce the filly out from underneath, to give a greeting but the filly refused looking away from them both. Archam couldn't help but give a laugh, catching her name, introduced by her mother. Well Siba, I have a few children your age, you can come visit whenever you want he gave a smile. The foal should have some friends to grow up with, and he had plenty for her to choose, he even had Loken and Sirana who were a little bit older but still foals.  

His gaze than turned to Nitika, she has been apart of the Falls but he has never noted her to be apart of a caste. She would truly be a good herd mare, and she was already friends with Anahi, they wouldn't have to travel from the kingdom to the herd lands if they lived there. You are more than welcome to stay in the herd permanently he offered to Nitika, perhaps she would be a better fit with them than with the Kingdom.

Archam gazed at the painted mare as she pondered his offer, she would have more time with her friend Anahi. She would not need to feel isolated from the kingdom, and her foal would have friends to grow up with. His gaze moved down to hte filly who moved and began to feed off Nitika. He gave a small smile before returning to Nitika who began to speak.

His ears flicked listening to her, she spoke how she was in the warrior caste which sparked his memory of the mock battles the caste had. He was rather embarrassed he did not remember, he held one of the highest ranks in the kingdom as far as the warrior Caste and he forgot the Nitika was a member. She agreed to join the herd so long as she was allowed to remain in the caste, Archam gave a nod. Of course you can remain a Warrior, I am off to take my part in the Caste and you will be able to as well he gave a smile to her before looking down to Siba Siba, do you want to meet the other foals? he spoke curious if his question was enough to remove her from her meal; He shook his body sending the dust and dirt to fly off his pelt. Gently he moved forward and began to make his way back to the kingdom.