Romek’s unaffected golden eyes watch this stallion calmly. He let the anger, the hatred, the frustration wash over him. These are feelings that Romek is all too familiar with. And while he does not have sympathy, exactly, for this boy he doesn’t know (personally, Romek would’ve let his anger fester silently beneath his skin until it turned into self-loathing and self-pity rather than shout furiously at no-one in particular, but that’s just him) he knows what it is like to be in his position.

He speaks of watching his mother die, and running away and still, Romek watches with a very still, expressionless face. ”Do whatever makes you feel better,” he says, finally. ”But it’s not going to bring your mother back.” (It’s a lot easier to give advice than it is to take it – if someone had told him this at the height of his grief-induced depression, he would’ve just ignored them). ”I should know.”

He does not particularly wish to divulge his past right now, with what is in essence a stranger, so he falls quiet once again, and watches the wind sway through the grasses.

”I haven’t been a part of the Tundra long, but they seem a pretty good bunch. It’s more like a family, than anything else.” he remembers Mari, and the way she had so seamlessly accepted him into the kingdom, with smiles, and friendly words. He did feel like part of the family. He looks Kiano up and down. They are probably around a similar age, Mari and Kiano. ”And there's pretty girls.” He had no idea what the youth of today were into. Certainly, he had never been one for the ladies when he was younger, but it took all sorts.

Kiano hadn’t offered his name, but the spotted stallion does not push him for it. All in good time. ”Is that what you seek? Somewhere you can be accepted?”
Romek had joined the Tundra to escape his past. He has, since, received no prying questions about it, he hasn’t had to fill out a single questionnaire, and they seem to have welcomed him quite readily into the ranks without him having to divulge what exactly he was running from. It’s certainly a place of escape and acceptance, for him.