it's in my roots, in my veins - anyone

[Texas]

there was something in the water, now that something's in me

i can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips

He’d been right, and his dark eyes meet those of an unfamiliar roan stallion. Ever with the wind not in his favor he knows that the horse is a stranger to the kingdom, for surely in the decade of his roving he’d have run into the stallion before today. The other male’s words confirm it, and Texas glances over his shoulder at the waterfall once again, nodding in quiet agreement. The very fact that he takes his attention away from the stranger speaks to his comfort level; Texas doubts Michaelis has any tendency toward violence, and if he did there’s no worse place to commit it than when your enemy is knee-deep in water that will immediately heal any damage done.

That’s an interesting concept, he realizes, and makes a mental note to have the army (when it becomes an army, and not simply himself and Estonia) try sparring in the water.

The bay stallion offers his name - “I’m Texas,” - as he begins to climb onto the bank, and when he looks up from watching his footing sees that Estonia has arrived as well, and is quiet while she introduces herself, though he does offer a quick flash of a smile. His climb out of the water is interrupted by a dark torpedo, and he stumbles back a bit as the filly collides into him. “I wasn’t hiding,” he tells her with a gentle tap to her poll with his muzzle. His tone is somewhat exasperated but his touch is gentle, and he pauses to pull a twig out of the tangle of her mane before looking back at the two adults.

“This is…” a small brown bird lands on a limb in the corner of his eye, and he says: “Sparrow”, with no hesitation between the first words and the third. He’s been aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the filly doesn’t have a name, but “Hey You” and “Kid” have been working rather well thus far. This seems as good a time as any to give her one. Choosing to ignore the fact that she still cals him Mama despite insistence otherwise, he gestures back at the waterfall for a moment before speaking to Michaelis. “Pretty and useful,” he agrees with a nod.

texas

ooc: i'm totes fine with crashing babies xD