He heard the unfamiliar call beckoning him ringing amongst the hills of his new home. Momentarily his head quirked to the side in confusion at the idea that someone was purposefully looking for him. Of course curiosity won out above all else and he fell into a quick, easy canter toward the direction the call had come from. He crested a ridge and looking down spotted the gray form of a horse set against the vibrant summer-green of the Ridge. Eagerly he called down to the unknown mare, for compliments of the wind he knew her to be such, before quickly hurrying down the mild slope.

It had taken weeks of practice to learn to scale the tumultous terrain of his new home. He had practiced quickly going down the steep slopes, picking his way quickly but carefully on delicate hooves. A talent he fel the had nearly perfected as he stopped steadily infront of the mare. Now that he was cloesr he gave a quieter nicker of greeting accompanied by a bow of his painted head. Ever the gentleman. “Hello there. I'm Hollowpoint, and might I guess that you are Calligraphy?”

The idea of this mare who the previous lead of the Ridge had deliberately asked not to follow him had haunted Hollowpoint for weeks now. He could not imagine a mare being 'troublesome' to the extent that Dragon had made it seem. He had decided that if she should approach him he would not go to her with preconceived notions. No, Summer had taught him to be fair and impartial and he would give her a chance within his home.

stallion // mixed // fifteen.three // eight // bay dun tobiano [Ee/Aa/Dd/nT] // riley
beckett x summer