Ledger is mostly what Tarian expects of diplomats.
He's dealt with them little but the few encounters the silver stallion has had to, they've always come with smiles that never quite seem to touch their eyes, with velvet voices that have always been too smooth for Tarian's blunt liking. The gray observes the other brute and his crooked smile, how it pulls towards his one good eye. Both of the Loessian Queens had spoken of the flaxen chestnut, and it had gone further than just polite mentions to the pegasus. It had been made quite apparent to Tarian that both were fond of the grizzled stallion and it is for them that the white-winged soldier refrains from making an immediate judgement of Ledger.
The diplomats of the past had been silver-tongued creatures that came to Tarian to deal with the matters of parlays and truces, of armistices and cease-fires. What he remembers from his days in the Guard is that those courtiers had been willing to promise so much for their own safety - to save their skins while they retreated - while the lesser ranks laid rank and wounded, some dead and others still dying, littered across the battleground like weeds best forgotten.
Tarian blinks, remembering the wars of Liridon are nothing but ghosts in his memories now. The crashing surf reminds him that this is Loess, there are no wars, and a diplomat like Ledger (for once) is not his enemy. The blue-eyed horse isn't as easy to smile like the golden Loessian is, nor is his humor as easily brought to the surface (unless it is Altissima or Cheri). But Tarian doesn't scowl, and for the gray, that is a start.
"I'm often on patrol," Tarian says factually, explaining why he might be seen but is so rarely found as he gazes over the open water. "Once in the morning and once in the evening." The Champion states, settling his pale wings and giving life to the marble stature that he been only a moment before. He tried to keep counsel with Lady Oceane at least every few days, and he certainly had not missed her pregnancy nor the two flaxen-haired foals who now romped through the Loessian canyons. "Besides, I'm sure your... younglings take up a great deal of time."
TARIAN
@Ledger