Tiberios
There isn’t much time. Tiberios had better things to do currently, but he figured that at least stopping by here wouldn’t hurt. He feels restless, eager to be out tying up loose ends and creating new bonds. But that will have to wait. His amber gaze picks among them, the other horses new to this place, and he tries to discern who will be worth the effort. It isn’t long until his eyes come to rest on a single horse - a stallion. Stoutly built and with a sense of purpose, he’s wandering the Field at his own pace. Tiberios makes his choice.
It doesn’t take long for the spotted King to intercept the other horse, and he joins him with a short nod and a quick smile. “New here?” He asks, taking a moment to look out over the field scattered with other recruits. “It can be a bit overwhelming.” His head tilts, ears rising with the thought. He remembers being young in this land - finding his own way and coming into his own power. “I’m Tiberios, from the Falls.” He begins, introducing himself with the hopes that he can learn something by his companions reaction.
“What is it you’re seeking? Maybe I can help you find it.”
Tiberios
King of the Falls