Darrow has not quite ceased roaming, even now that he has arrived in Beqanna. The wanderlust is in him, pumping through his veins, running rich in his blood and moving his body almost without his being conscious of it. There is no purpose or direction in today's foray, and he had zigged and zagged over the eastern part of the continent all through the long hours of the morning. He hasn't settled on a place, to make a home. He's strafed a few boundaries of course, testing the edges of unknown kingdoms like the pain in the ass bachelor he'd been before making landfall in this place. Never engaging with anyone this time, just taking a look and disappearing again.

In the meadow he pauses to drink his fill from a creek almost choking with the long spring grass that overgrows it's banks. All the while he minds his surroundings, though his body language remains relaxed, unconcerned. Something unusual inches into his periphery. Raising his head, muzzle dripping, Darrow's gaze alights on a little mystery going about the meadow molesting flowers. His ears flick, and he watches for a few moments.  Watches the way the blossoms respond to her administrations. Looking away only to trace her path--the boulevard of bursting blooms lying in her wake. It made a rather romantic picture, and his expression tipped into amusement at the thought.

Deciding that he should introduce himself, the sturdy red beast crosses the grassy expanse that separates him from the woman blessing the flowers. Stopping in her path, a great sanguine roadblock, the stallion tilts his head just slightly and says, "Hello flower woman, I've been admiring your work." Very eloquent. What did you say to a strange lady going around turning rosebuds into double blooms? He tucked his head, a gesture acknowledging his failure of an introduction and added. "Darrow."

”Sunday. Pleased to meet you.” Replied the red stallion, charmed by the simple, strange sweetness of the bay arabian who he was still a bit puzzled by. He too admires her trail of flowers once more. ”It is. Made lovelier with your attention.” The words were kind and his tone was impressed rather than flirtatious, though that inflection would not have been unlike him. He doesn’t let his man brain detract from his genuine interest in her gift. Darrow hasn’t had much exposure to magics of any kind. He is just a strange red beast who has stumbled into a world where for once he is altogether average. Well, still incredibly striking and handsome, but not weird. ”Thank you, Sunday. I’m pretty fond of it myself. It wasn’t a usual shade where I came from.” Not that it had ever bothered him to be different, in fact it had served him well as a strutting youth eager to be a distracting pain in the ass. The chestnut eyed stallion studies Sunday again, flashing a smile. ”I’m new to Beqanna but I have already met some interesting folk. You seem like a native though. Have you always lived here?” He moves a little closer to inspect a black-eyed susan that bloomed brightly near her, but remains a polite conversational distance. A bumblebee wobbles over to bump against the bridge of his nose and Darrow shakes his head, snorting gently. Those damn bees had all these flowers and still had to check if he was one.

Home was an idea to Darrow but not a place. He knew only perpetual motion for the first few years of his life. In the next few he’d been in motion because he wanted to be, traveling ever towards some indeterminate point and making what trouble he could along the way. Wasn’t that they way of all young stallions finding their feet in the world? Maybe not.

”No home really, so I wouldn’t know.” Something like a half shrug. Her apology is appreciated even though he took no offense. He looks skyward, judging the position of the sun with a squint before returning his attention to the little mare. ”What are your plans now that you’re back home?” He is genuinely interested, not knowing himself what one does when they go back to a place they’ve left behind because he’s never done it himself. She must have family, old friends, old haunts that call to her.