The silver black stallion reached out to nose Tallynne's back, his ears turned back in a relaxed position. His abrupt nervousness caused him to fidget, so he picked up on the grooming again. One ear flicked lazily to her words as his tail swished. Since Winter had slowly began to close it's grip on the Islands all the bugs had been driven away and his Paradise had began to cool done. The usually hot days turned to the nice breeze of summer nights. In the night it felt like there was snow starting to settle on his coat. O Melhor wasn't looking for company just for Tallynne, he wished to lead a herd of his own. With Tallynne at his side (hopefully not only the lead mare), they could roam through his Paradise.

It made memories of younger days, when O Melhor was just a colt, come and sneak up on him. The coffee colored stallion remembered the forest, greens spread out in every direction and a blue sky waiting above the treetops. His mother would slowly drift on hot days, munching on the grass and leading them closer to a stream. On cool, breezy days she would trot, his father circling and nudging the stragglers. O Melhor lifted his head, pausing his grooming to gaze at the clouds and respond to Tallynne. "More company would be nice," he murmured, missing her point, "I would enjoy knowing that you and I both will have more friends." The coffee colored stallion paused, looked back down at the palomino mare, and bobbed his head nervously. Asking the air to become his lead mare was easy, but he didn't know if he could bring himself to ask the beautiful gypsy vanner who was carrying his foal.

"Uh, Tallynne, I... I uh," he stuttered, his words as fast as the bees that buzz around to collect their pollen. The silver black stallion shifted his weight, nervous as he lowered his head. Excitement stirred in his belly, though, and the stallion's ears flicked back and forth to different sounds. "I was, uh, just wondering if, maybe, you'd..." The pressure prodded him and the rest of the stallion's words came out as a mumble. He had never realized just how hard it would be to ask a mare something, especially since he was the gift of Piedoso.

Piedoso!

O Melhor had forgotten about what his god was asking of him and the mutt was sure that he was the laughing stock of all of the mares that shared Piedoso's realm. Although O Melhor never really had any interest in the mares up there, his mother had been sure to teach him all their names. But the coffee colored stallion's mind was blank, too embarrassed to remember. But he could not fail his god, no matter how hard this quest was for him. So the mutt lifted his bowed head high and squared his shoulders. "Tallynne, I know there isn't really a herd right now, but I was wondering if you'd kindly lead the herd with me, when the time comes." Inside he was a nervous wreak, just knowing that she decline and leave to think, or worse, simply leave his Paradise empty again. But O Melhor had to stay strong, at least on the outside, for his god.

Otherwise, his reputation could be destroyed.