He was certainly ready to start their venture to the land known as the "Chamber", the place that would likely become his new home. Truth be told, he was excited. He fell in line, just to the left of the painted mare that would now be his leader, taking care not to travel on her right side. He had a militant perspective on positions and rankings, and would not begin his duties by upsetting the quondam that was in place. She kept an easy and steady gait which he did appreciate. There were many new things for him to see along the way, and he made sure he was indeed observing all he was told.
They passed between two other realms, one that would be called the "Dale", and even another dubbed the "Falls". A few lesser terra's made up the rest of these two kingdoms, but what was of most interest was not these kingdoms. It was the knowledge that just past the Golden Plains, were the mock and challenge lands. Lands he knew he must become familiar with if he was going to be worth anything to his new Queen. More so, if he would be worth anything to himself he would make a point to frequent those places.
As they progressed past fields, forests, and streams the land become dotted with pines. Sad, looking trees he thought, still holding remnants of a fire. A large fire, he would assume, judging by the ash and soot that remained on trunk and branch alike. He thought he may like to hear that story sometime, for any equine that forged on even after that,well, they were worth hearing about.
It was the first time in his life he had regretting being so stoutly built. His form was cumbersome at the least, as he tried to maneuver between the looming guardians. His pelt was raked, and he made such a noise it was like that of a bear, breaking and crushing all that fell between them. A sad snail pace he had set, at times he thought himself lost, and then he would catch a relieving glimpse of white ahead. Though he made no complaint, not that it would matter, there was nothing to be done about nature. The trees grew where and how they would ,and Killdare would do well to remember that.
The clearing could not have come at a better time, as he had just managed to loose his pastern from a tricky clump of roots. A devilish grin as he had been caught in an unfortunate predicament, it was a surely a wonder he had managed to pass without injury. He slowly emerged from the thicket of trees, scenting deeply the burnt and ruined corpse of the forest. The opening was sparse, but would serve, he had survived on less after all. His ears fluttered as the silence they had shared once again was broken. He was thoughtful about this inquiry, what did he think exactly? "I find it solemn, but oddly tranquil as well." There was something strange about the way the forest seemed to close in on the gap, almost protectively. "Might I ask about the fire?", he turned his dial focusing in on the Queen.