He simply cannot believe his luck.
He no longer has three mares. He doesn’t even have four mares. No, he has five.
He feels quite smug when Nixie’s scent first wafts through the Mountains, and he quickly makes his way to the border. She stands out, as a candy cotton pink mare must often do (especially on such background of stone and pine), and within moments of her arriving he is at her side.
He takes a brief moment to look her over (with a mild and pleasant smile plastered on his face), still mightily pleased with his luck. The other mares in his herd are quite boring in appearance in comparison to her. While he certainly appreciates them all - especially Becca and Raincloud for giving him such strong sons - none of the others quite compare to this bright confection of a mare. Now that he has her, he certainly doesn’t plan on letting her go.
But he won’t spring the trap. Not quite yet.
The picture of a perfect gentleman, he bows his head in a polite, but eager greeting. “Nixie! I’m so pleased that you made it!” He shuffles his feet awkwardly, as if embarrassed, then glances back at the rocky territory behind him. “I know it’s not much, but you’re most welcome here!”
He’s not entirely sure why he’s still playing this game - there’s no reason now that she’s in his territory, cut off from the rest of Beqanna. But he’s enjoying it all the same. No doubt he will tire of it soon though.
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