HOCKETY, POCKETY, WOCKETY, WACK
He chortles, enjoying the scampering of a fox dressed in its winter's finest. The There wasn't much for animal life this far into winter, but when there was he was never one to miss it. Well, within reason, he simply couldn't be everywhere at once. Or could he? Maybe he should look into that, perhaps there was a way. He sighed at his nonsense, gaze shifted as he catches something in his peripheral. Visitors!
He did love a good visit, especially when he wasn't feeling so out of sorts like the last time. He turns to join them, making his way from the hills, slowly picking his path. Yes, easy does it, that was always good enough for Weir. He watched with a smile as others found their way before him, first a pale mare he hadn't really gotten to know yet. The second was Ea, he wondered what she was doing here? Caught a wild hair perhaps. Then there was Ramiel, him he knew, how could he not know his King?
Finally reaching his destination after a slow stroll, he smiles brightly, and offers his own greeting." Hello there. Pleasant day for a road trip, yes?" He hadn't given thought to the fact that they might not know what a road trip was, or if it was a pleasant day for one. He had made it his goal to seek this meeting in a happier manner than his attendance in prior gatherings. He looks at the group of Amazons studiously, the cracked body of a bay- he should like to study that how interesting! The clear leader was a storm colored mare with horns, though she did not head the company. A young filly was also amongst their number, and a brutish looking bay male. Weir would also be most delighted to study the dragon wings that rested at his sides- marvelous developments.
It is not for education that they are here though (much to his dismay) and instead the roan stallion settles in to listen. This girl must be young Joscelin, older now, he wondered if her Mother would be here in time to see her. Naturally he had not yet obtained any skills to see the future, so he had to wait and see what happened just like the rest of them.Khaleesi odd sort of title he thinks, muttering it for a length of time, trying to pick apart the word. He does nothing to hide this, his lips and eyes moving in curious ways, forming long vowels sounds, short ones, emphasizing first this part then that.