He found himself in the field more often than not lately. The Dale was ever quiet, but I suppose that you could say it was consistent. Too consistent if you asked him. So, as was usual, Weir paced to the herdless grounds. I slow, ambling walk, never one to be in a hurry for no particular reason. Perhaps today he would find a new member for the Kingdom, surely his King would be proud of that.
The roan had just skirted the borders, amber eyes catching a fleeting movement. Had that been a foal? He thought, squinting at the distance. A dark hind end was receding into the tree line, and to his concern, without supervision. For the first time in a long time, Weir broke into a run, closing in on the forest from across the fields.
He was a spray of russet, kicking up dried leaves in his wake. When he neared the foliage, he surrendered to a quick walk, auds flickering atop his dial. Surely, though not too far yet, he spied a young filly. A multicolored butterfly flying just out of her reach, he gave a gruff chuckle. " Hello young lady."He calls, announcing himself so as not to start the girl with his approach. "Best be careful with butterflies, they are quite fragile you know?"Perhaps she did, perhaps she didn't know, one thing was for sure, Weir knew.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, my name is Weir."He offers, a gentle hearted smile and a nod to follow. He takes note of the mare however, not catching what she had said.
"Oh, is this one yours madam?"He is of course referring to the filly.
