I Don't Suffer From Insanity...{Diplomats/Any}

[Texas]

His chest and sides are streaked with sweat, and his dark mane is all but plastered to his mahogany neck. The breaths he takes are slow and deep, and the bay stallion turns his head to look back up at the steep hill that he has been clambering up and down for the past hour. It's part of his routine, a habit that keeps him lean and fit despite his penchant for sleeping most of the day away. Training has always been a component of his life - at least when he's not asleep - and now that he has something of a purpose, there's some amount of pride in it now as well.

Shaking his head, he starts to head for the water, but his flicking ears catch the sound of a call in the nearby woods. Rather than relax, it seems he has business to attend to.

The first horse he sees is the large white mare, impossible to miss against the green and brown backdrop of the Falls. The second is a pony with the scar of an Amazonian traitor on her chest. Texas likes her immediately.

"Welcome to the Falls," he says, offering both mares a charming smile that compliments his slow drawl and warm brown eyes. His thoughts are hidden entirely behind them (and his grey streaked mane), but the handsome stallions seems nothing but friendly. "What brings you from the Desert today?" He and Tyrna have only just returned from their brief sojourn to the kingdom, and he wonders what brings these two that the uncomfortably magical Camrynn had not mentioned to them when they spoke.