The Dale is quiet and still, and once again Weir must gather more pieces to make his home a true Kingdom. Sometimes he isn't sure how they even managed to be considered a Kingdom, small as they were, but he heard that they were not the only ones hurting for members. Perhaps that's just the burden they must all bare, scraping at the Field and hoping new faces might emerge with enough digging.

Today it seems he was in luck, a young dark colored female walked alone, obviously new. She did not smell of the ash of the Chamber, nor the clover of the Gates, she did not smell like anything familiar to be honest. She simply smelt, new, foreign if you will but Weir was just glad to have a new face- a potential new Kingdom member.

Now he wasn't here for love, his throat clearing like that of an old man as she swayed her hips and tail around. He was too gentlemanly to come outright and say she was bound to catch attention she didn't want, walking around the way she was. For example the Cove, he shuddered at the thought of the rumors he had heard and hoped that they were simply that- rumors. For today a simple hello would suffice, perhaps she would join him in the Dale, she could simply reside there and not be expected to do anything at all. It takes all kinds to make a Kingdom a family.

"Hallo miss," he calls shaking his rusty head as he approaches.

It is without a doubt that the young mare could dance circles around him. It was almost a blur as she twirled about, this way then that way, oh dear. Much more of this and she would make him dizzy, feisty young thing. It was good though, they could use enthusiastic new blood, young ones that would carry on after their own time had ended. His amber eyes blinked then closed, resting them from their spin and focusing on her words to come.

When he again opened them he hoped she had settled, but it didn't seem that was the case. Perhaps she would need something to draw her fidgety attention.

Before you know it snow is swirling about his rusty hued body, not a flake to be spared- even in the dead of summer. With it he forms a woodland creature, a fox and sends the critter to blink up at the woman curiously. Hopefully that would work, or at least it would still her for a few moments of conversation.

"Pleased to meet you, I am Weir from the Dale, new here?"

He chortles in good nature, his laughter light but rough with age and pleasant to the ear nonetheless. It seemed his idea had worked, there was using your thinker, good ol' brain has done it again!

"Why yes, I've made this snow fox. Don't worry, he won't hurt you." with that the animal skitters about, loping around in a wide circle before jumping into the earth only to burst into a million flakes. Most swirled gently up, caught on the soft breeze wafting through. Eventually though, they all fell to the ground where they glittered before being melted by the overhead sun.

"Vulpes lagopus, to be exact." Blinking as the snow flurries settled and faded away, ever full of endless information. "Like an arctic fox, fascinating creatures the fox. Terrible thing they are so widely sought for their coats." A frown creased his lips before he again turns his attention to the mare.

"Zaravich, a pleasure. Oh- oh-ho-ho no, not me. I do not rule the Dale, I am a Governor there but I can assure you our King is very nice. Why, I've known him since he was a boy, a good man and a fair King." Well this was going better than he thought, at least for Weir it was, though there was still time to prattle on relentlessly off topic.