He twisted his head around, fuzzy ears flicked around hearing the distant whisper of the King's call. Turning his face, the blue crowned stallion offered a bit of a smile. He guessed that it was time to end his little romp through the land.
Yes indeed, the King calls so everyone comes. It was time to meet the group he was bound to call family sooner or later. He craned his neck slightly. His body twisted and stretched out wringing itself of the dirt and water. Yes he had indeed been taking pleasure in another roll.
Letting his body sink back into its original form the loose joints pop and creak with the elastic muscles wrapping around the bones to solidify themselves for the trek to the king. Creating a swampish pool under him, Oops with a chorckle he stepped over it nearly landing on his face when he tripped over a log.
With a snort and a shake of blue he continues on his way. Finding that he had arrived just in time to hear Weir greet the group. Phaedrus inclined his head for a moment. Greetings Its short, gruff, and none to unfriendly. I am Phaedrus, though Weir has been kind enough to show me around, I have yet to begin assisting this kingdom with my presence. A kindly remark now and again could never hurt. So in recognition to the selected horses he offers a nod of congratulations.
The instructions that is offered by the king seems simple and clear. Well maybe he would try his hand at a mock with one of the fellow Daleans, maybe train to be of service to the kingdom with his physical ability it couldn't do harm that was for certain.
Phaedrus
Can you hear the melody