The Dale was quiet. So very quiet. The days had begun to grow warm, the meadows bursting with new life, filling the lands with spring blossoms. All,save the small herd, was counting it's blessings as the land was reborn. That just would not do for Weir.
Though the company in the Dale was sparse, the quality made up for it. At least to Weir it did. However, Kingdoms could not thrive without occupants, without members to make it strong. No, the Dale would not prosper in its current state, and Weir had a mind to change that. Besides, he had given the lad his word. He had said he would help, now, rules may be meant to be broken.A man's word was not.
The roan looked over each hopeful face, his amber eyes shining in a childlike amusement. Passing over a few whom he didn't think would be a good match, the Dale was a calm and peaceful place. He intended to keep it that way too. Some gave off a foreboding air, others eyed him hungrily, attempting their best sultry glare.
He didnt want or need this kind of company, and he thought the Dale might agree with his decision.
Finally he took in the sight of two forms, side by side. If he were to take an educated guess, he thought that his orbs fell upon a mother and child. They looked hopeful, as did most of the others, but Weir really did love children. Children were the future, and bringing in some new blood, well, something just told him it was right.
He approaches them slowly, as he often approaches things, a gentle smile placed on his maw. "Hello there, pleasure, pleasure. My name is Weir, I've just come from the Dale. Delightful place. Simply teeming with animals, and plants of all sorts. Why, the other day I saw a Megaloprepus caerulatus. It was at least 7 inches in length, largest type of Dragonfly you know?"No, they probably did not know, as most others never knew either.
"I know we would love to have you both, if you are looking for a place to stay. Plenty of things for little girls to explore, a safe place for mothers not to worry over their young ' safety." Perhaps he was talking to much, he usually was, but he had already committed. Best to follow through of course. He blinked back at them, swatting flies with a rust hued tail as he became quiet. He wondered what they would have to say about that.
