05-25-2020, 08:38 PM
Scaled horses are not exactly odd compared to some of the other things Mesec has seen, but this would be a first for him he thinks. He’s seen dragons and he’s seen horses turn into dragons, but not something in between of the two. The draft rather immediately launches into the pitch, and for a moment Mesec is baffled (is it that obvious that he had just landed? That he was not “from here”?). His confusion lasts for only a moment longer, because someone else arrives - the newcomer filled with an easy friendliness that Mesec instantly likes.
Malone’s speech erases the confusion and suddenly Mesec realizes where he has inadvertently landed. There wasn’t, after all, a sign saying ‘all newcomers gather here’.
A warm smile brightens up his own features now that he’s more-or-less caught up to speed. “Hello to you both. I’m afraid I’m really rather new to this place. Have I stumbled into the recruiting spot?” There’s a bit of good-natured laughter in his voice as his silver eyes dart briefly around the rather nondescript field, in the middle of a continent, and he wonders why here of all places was the ‘entrance’ into whatever land this was.
“I’m Mesec.” He offers, bringing his attention back to Malone and the scaled draft. Mesec didn’t mind the attention from the (presumably) younger stallions - it wasn’t so long ago that he was a recruiter himself, swooping in on those who had stumbled into the new land one way or another. And, of course, he was here for a new start and would need help figuring out where to go from here.
He doesn’t even mind the fact that they are not wasting time in jumping right into it.
“South sounds nice, I have to say.” He wonders whether it will be a red desert like one he knew from home, whether he’ll expect to open his eyes there and see familiar faces.
Maybe that would not be so great, after all.
Now he turns his attention to the currently-unnamed stallion and asks “What about you, what’s your home like?”
Malone’s speech erases the confusion and suddenly Mesec realizes where he has inadvertently landed. There wasn’t, after all, a sign saying ‘all newcomers gather here’.
A warm smile brightens up his own features now that he’s more-or-less caught up to speed. “Hello to you both. I’m afraid I’m really rather new to this place. Have I stumbled into the recruiting spot?” There’s a bit of good-natured laughter in his voice as his silver eyes dart briefly around the rather nondescript field, in the middle of a continent, and he wonders why here of all places was the ‘entrance’ into whatever land this was.
“I’m Mesec.” He offers, bringing his attention back to Malone and the scaled draft. Mesec didn’t mind the attention from the (presumably) younger stallions - it wasn’t so long ago that he was a recruiter himself, swooping in on those who had stumbled into the new land one way or another. And, of course, he was here for a new start and would need help figuring out where to go from here.
He doesn’t even mind the fact that they are not wasting time in jumping right into it.
“South sounds nice, I have to say.” He wonders whether it will be a red desert like one he knew from home, whether he’ll expect to open his eyes there and see familiar faces.
Maybe that would not be so great, after all.
Now he turns his attention to the currently-unnamed stallion and asks “What about you, what’s your home like?”
Mesec
@[Leilan]