HOCKETY, POCKETY, WOCKETY, WACK
He hadn't meant to make her start, though he never meant to make anyone start, sometimes that just can't be helped. The shadowed curves of her face, the small pull at her eyes, a self-conscious look took over briefly and he was also sorry for that."Oh, pardon me dear. Terribly sorry to cause a fright," he called as he carefully picked his way down to her.
Ever so careful he was, finding the footholds as he decended from the rise. Perhaps some would think it rude how he focused closely on each footfall, it was hard to tell if he was listening. Weir was always listening, make no mistake. Amber eyes flit back up to her face as he reaches her, "40 miles per hour you say? Can you really? I think I'd be hard pressed to move so quickly, I'd miss so much in passing." His stare became thoughtful, calculating as though he worked on some algorithm in his mind.
Weir nodded, at her next comment, a russet forelock falling across his blaze. He too had tired of the summer's common downpours, though he knew the importance of rain. It is not long before his attention turns to the skies, spotting the familiar bay mar before she lands. He gave a chuckle, "Indeed I have met our visitor,but where are my manners?" He gruffed, clearing his throat, absolutely flabbergasted he had forgotten."Yes, I have the pleasure of being Weir. It is very nice to meet you Isetnofret."
He gave them both a gentle smile, and stood blinking his amber eyes as he thought."The Dale is like many other valleys, flanked by mountains and hills. A lovely meadow sits in the heart, and a grand river flows through, an excellent spot for turtle watching. We as a group though consider ourselves a neutral party for most political purposes, and we are in the process of expanding the herd. Like Elysteria has said, we are not just a herd, we are a family." Rather pleased with his response, it would be excellent for the dark mare to stay they had so far had poor luck in recruiting. Perhaps, perhaps Elysteria had broken that rotten streak.