The bay roan stallion made the travels from the Falls to the Dale, aware of the location Phaderus' herd resided. The travel was long, and on his way he knew that he was walking on thin ice, the conversation could turn into a battle from remaining anger of the opposing stallion. He left as soon as light was offered, the sun hidden from the winter clouds, all he had to go off was the light in the sky. He imagined it was now fully bloomed and high set as he could clearly see everything. He passed the playground were the foals played with one another, regardless of the kingdom they belong to and soon enough the Dales scent ran through his nares.
Once he entered what he thought to be the golden plains he stood at the border, just inside. He took a deep breath from within allowing a whinny to echo around him, His calling bounced off from the trees around. He relaxed his body to show that he meant no harm and was only here on official business. He wanted to meet with Phaderus to give a peace offering, and perhaps in the end form an alliance of some sort. He knew there was still a fresh wound between the two in his recent decision to steal Besra, but hopeful that his early release of her mended some of the anger. His ears remained alert as he listened for the stag to approach.
@[Phaederus]