Archam made the journey from his herd lands in the Falls to the meadow; he had three beautiful foals this season and was looking to expand his herd for the coming Autumn. He started the Journey when the sun was just beginning to rise, and he stepped foot into the meadow when the sun was high in the sky. The heat was blazing making him desire shade from the harsh sun; his tail swatted at the bugs that annoyingly flew around him, almost like a game. The summers scent was almost dirty, the ground was always begging for water, causing sand to gust around in the air. His ears flicked around as he listened to the chatter of others, he could pick up the scent of a few kingdoms, all already claimed.
He could not spot anyone new, and decided to rest underneath a tree that could provide shade. Once under the shady tree he lowered his head to grab a mouthful of grass, slowly raising his head as he chewed. He gazed over the land again looking for a new mare to speak with.