The colt showed much enthusiasm to the idea, reminding Eiria of her younger brothers and Zhenga when they were young foals. She hid a laugh as she patiently answered Ivar's questions as they began walking in the direction where the roan was.
"Well, she is in some ways. Zhenga is definitely more loud, independent, she loves showing off her speed, just like her dam. She's in training to become a warrior, but is also learning stuff from my dam. However, I think that she's definitely more suited to the path of a warrior; her mouth gets her in more trouble than she likes to admit. She's free-spirited, loves to explore, and wants to one day help lead a kingdom, or have one to herself if I know her.
She's a roan color, like her dam, somewhat, and my sire, Archam. She's got light red coloring that's dusted with brown, and a black mane and tail. She's got a couple dark points, and really pretty, expressive eyes. Kind of lanky for her age, but then again, so was I, and if she's anything like Raxa, she'll fit out as she gets older. As for the bird, well, that'll be a question you should ask her," Eiria finished, laughing a little.
They continued the trip in good spirits, within an hour reaching the portion of the kingdom's meadow where the roan liked to graze when it was hot out. Eiria didn't know what about this meadow made it more special than others, especially when hot out, but Zhenga was an unusual filly, so she couldn't complain or anything.
Spotting her younger friend in the distance, Eiria let out a call, "Hey, Zhenga! You've got a youngster over here that wants to meet you!"
"Well, she is in some ways. Zhenga is definitely more loud, independent, she loves showing off her speed, just like her dam. She's in training to become a warrior, but is also learning stuff from my dam. However, I think that she's definitely more suited to the path of a warrior; her mouth gets her in more trouble than she likes to admit. She's free-spirited, loves to explore, and wants to one day help lead a kingdom, or have one to herself if I know her.
She's a roan color, like her dam, somewhat, and my sire, Archam. She's got light red coloring that's dusted with brown, and a black mane and tail. She's got a couple dark points, and really pretty, expressive eyes. Kind of lanky for her age, but then again, so was I, and if she's anything like Raxa, she'll fit out as she gets older. As for the bird, well, that'll be a question you should ask her," Eiria finished, laughing a little.
They continued the trip in good spirits, within an hour reaching the portion of the kingdom's meadow where the roan liked to graze when it was hot out. Eiria didn't know what about this meadow made it more special than others, especially when hot out, but Zhenga was an unusual filly, so she couldn't complain or anything.
Spotting her younger friend in the distance, Eiria let out a call, "Hey, Zhenga! You've got a youngster over here that wants to meet you!"