Archam made his usual trip to the field, Summer was quickly ending leading to Autumn and he wanted to expand his herd. The large bay roan stallion prodded along until he hit the heart of the field. Many equines were out and about, conversing with each other, a few off by themselves. The field had so many scents in them today, many kingdoms were here, many equines that did not carry a Beqanna scent were also here. He slid to a halt to scan the area for someone who caught his eye.
His eyes trailed to a pair of squirrels wrestling in the nearby trees, squealing out to one another. He cocked his eye, confused with there way of life. He gave a shrug and continued to scan the field stopping when he spotted a dappled mare by herself, she looked new and almost like she was waiting for someone to approach her. He gave a smile to himself, hoping she would return to his herd lands with him. He picked up a trot and made his way over to the mare, letting out a small whinny.
He slowed to a halt about four or five paces from the mare, allowing her space. Hello there, My name is Archam, are you new to Beqanna? He asked sparking up a conversation, feeling out the way the mare felt around him.