R I O R D A N
Sometimes the silance guides the mind
The Rabicano stallion was right it was an equine approaching him, a painted stallion-with wings. He walked over to meet the man who offered a nod in greeting which Riordan returned politely. The wind blew once again making the stallion fight the urge to shiver. He looked over the stallion for any signs of tension or aggression but he didn't see any signs so he proceeded to speak to the stallion, Kronk was his name, he fit his name it sounded strong and general type and he sure did look like a soldier. "Hello Kronk, I am Riordan." He said his voice a deeper tenor but still manly enough not to send other stallions running off laughing their asses off. Then he answers Kronk's question of his business in the Meadow "I was just exploring the lands not taken by Kingdoms or Herds, I was looking for some peace and quiet mostly, the Filed can get a little rowdy" He said chuckling to himself softly his ever green eyes sparkling in humor.
"Kronk, what brings you to the Meadow, more or less out in the cold" he said just as a strong cold breeze blew between them causing the chestnut stallion to grimace slightly. He flicked his tail slightly at his sides to get the unwanted snow flakes off of his back causing his skin to twitch like it would be with flies.