The general gathering rolls to an end, the roan feeling elated with energy. He had decided to pledge himself to this land, to make some roots, hopefully ones that would stick and flourish. At the close Elysteria beckons to them, wanting to speak to those that have joined the diplomatic caste. He had turned to wander off, but instead obliges her and circles around to return. Her warm smile brightens his amber orbs as he listens in on the topic of this assembly.
First, the conversation turns to the Deserts, a competition was to be held, one he had agreed to attend. He was more than happy to take part, it would be a great opportunity to meet others, and to learn a great deal. Simply watching the other tournaments could be beneficial to the Dale, especially in their current state.
Kingdom visits. Of course, he should have guessed, should have expected the discussion to turn to such. Everyone would be given an assignment, and he was not disappointed when they were. She had suggested he take the trip to the Tundra, a herd solely made of males. Russet dial dipping in acknowledgement and acceptance, he would set out shortly. ”Of course, of course. Tundra indeed! I wonder if I might chance to sight a snowy owl, beautiful creatures.” His exuberance beamed forth with a flourish, his amber eyes alight with a new fire. Curiosity at its peak, he found it a pleasure to visit what might otherwise be a vast emptiness. One covered in white year round, whose frozen landscape offered little in the way of hospitality. Perhaps though the inhabitants might not be so cold and hard, might welcome a visitor. He could only hope.
