Weir is enjoying a roll, turning about on the meadows looking rather amused, perhaps with himself. It is a call that stills him. Turning to his side he lifts his dial, ears flickering as they tune in to the sound. He hadn’t yet met the ruler of these lands, he had been told it was an Angel. Some divine being that oversaw this Kingdom, but Weir wasn’t apt to trust rumor. No. On the contrary, he liked to see things with his own eyes. Perhaps this being was just a Pegasus, he had seen them before, equine that traveled about on wing. He did enjoy wings, he did. Fascinating specimen, they came in all different kinds. Feathers, leather, like a bat or a dragon. Colorful patterns of butterfly wings, and the transparent dragonfly he had seen 3 times. Today is the day, he thought, as he gathered himself upright again. He really did love a good roll.
Making his way across the grasslands, he thought about the possibilities of why a meeting had been called. Perhaps it was a means to meet new residents, or maybe someone was in trouble. He really hoped not, it was quite uncomfortable to be present when someone else was being disciplined. Even if that just meant a good talking to. He made his way as was usual, a calm leisurely stride his amber orbs taking in the sights. Perhaps he had stopped to inspect something a few too many times, but he arrived rather late to the party.
The stallion that greeted them was a most wonderful sight to behold. All whites and golds, the most peculiar golden eyes to be sure. He speaks in a commanding voice, tellings of children to come, and announcements of those who have progressed. He was surely pleased to hear word of children. Weir loved children, they were just so, interesting. So bold some, others shy, some needing a good kick, but all honest. So brutally honest. He loved it. He had previously met Elysteria, because she was indeed the one who had led him here. The other though, the one the sunlight bounced off of so harshly. That had to be the mother of Ramiel, the young boy he had met recently. He did say she would be the one made of metal. He wanted to touch her. What did a metal mare feel like? How very curious, very, very. Curious.
The talk turns to thoughts on other Kingdoms, all the while Weir had been silent, having forgotten to properly introduce himself. He had of course been hopelessly distracted. He finds his voice a lends it to the discussion. “Greetings, my name is Weir.” A dip of his head in respect.“I know little, or nothing rather of the other Kingdoms of the land, but I do hope that I may help where I am needed.” His eyes are bright and smiling, though his mouth does not follow suit.
