04-13-2017, 06:59 PM
Almost immediately following Dahmer's suggestion to wait, they are greeted by a young colt, his mother, the Queen, just a few strides back. He lowers his head to greet her politely, a warm grin turning the corners of his lips up, just as they always do. His gaze breaks away from hers after a moment, brilliant blue eyes finding her son and his confident introduction. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Castile. I am Dahmer." He tips his head a bit lower to the colt, black forelock falling across the front of his face, before he turns his attention back to his mother.
"Nayl," head tossing to remove the tousled forelock from view, "Magnus sends his regards. And, truth be told, I promised Jord an adventure." A warm chuckle escapes Dahmer's maw as he bumps a hip into his Friesian companion, ears fluttering to listen to her explanation of their home.
Dahmer has grown to love Tephra in the years he has spent climbing its ranks. There had been a time that the black Thoroughbred believed he would never again find a place that felt like home as much as the Subway had, but he has since been proven wrong.
"The volcano is my favorite part," he offers to the young Castile, and he finds himself wondering if this child of Nayl would grow to be the next ruler of Nerine. With a quiet hum, his gaze is back on the regal tobiano, her presence nearly demanding attention.
"I was hoping to bring Jord along the cliffs, if you would be interested in guiding us? But, please don't feel obligated. We don't mean to impose." He gives a friendly shrug and shifts his weight to his other side, eyes moving between Nayl and Castile casually.
"Nayl," head tossing to remove the tousled forelock from view, "Magnus sends his regards. And, truth be told, I promised Jord an adventure." A warm chuckle escapes Dahmer's maw as he bumps a hip into his Friesian companion, ears fluttering to listen to her explanation of their home.
Dahmer has grown to love Tephra in the years he has spent climbing its ranks. There had been a time that the black Thoroughbred believed he would never again find a place that felt like home as much as the Subway had, but he has since been proven wrong.
"The volcano is my favorite part," he offers to the young Castile, and he finds himself wondering if this child of Nayl would grow to be the next ruler of Nerine. With a quiet hum, his gaze is back on the regal tobiano, her presence nearly demanding attention.
"I was hoping to bring Jord along the cliffs, if you would be interested in guiding us? But, please don't feel obligated. We don't mean to impose." He gives a friendly shrug and shifts his weight to his other side, eyes moving between Nayl and Castile casually.
D A H M E R
break some bread
for all my sins