ALL TEAM;

[Romek]

fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.

They gather around, and the tiger stallion feels a stab of pride in his chest. These horses have chosen to be a part of this land, have chosen to trust his and Maribel’s and Demian’s judgement – and he is pleased. Aside from Reagan, Andras and the children, there are three he does not recognise, but from their proximity, assumes them to be Reagan’s family – a little red-eyed black filly, the spitting image of Offspring (and he glances to Maribel to see if she too had made the same connection), a stallion who is pressed close to the magician and finally, a mare who he had noticed join their group on the way in, although he did not mind. There were no established boundaries or borders, and she was just doing what comes naturally to horses – sticking with their own kind.

”It may be that Demian and Maribel and I lead you, but you are all as vital to the land as we are. If any have any thoughts, concerns or opinions, then let it be known.” he says. ”If any are interested in fighting training, then seek me out. Otherwise, Maribel is pretty good at all that talking stuff.”

”Reagan is a magician, and has been a great help in the formation of our group, and so will be the Guardian. If any need help learning or controlling their powers, perhaps talking to her is the place to start.”

”Otherwise, the usual – we must keep our presence constant in the Field. Recruiting is vital to the success of our homeland. Mock fighting, and mock steals are also a good way to grow stronger, as is visiting other lands – I know nothing of them, so I would appreciate if others want to go exploring and find out what the lay of the land is. Be cautious, and polite, and friendly, and do not overstep any border.”

And with that, the spotted stallion falls quiet once more, ready to listen.

Romek