The sounds and smells of these islands were undeniable. He believed that even if he was to go blind he could find his way home to Tunivel. Thankfully, he wasn't blind because that would ruin his current plans. He wondered how any blind horse didn't have an accident in the water by accidentally swimming the wrong direction and finding themselves out at sea. He would drown, that was for sure.
On that same note, he couldn't survive being mute either. There was so much power in his voice. It wasn't just the deep boom of a male's vocals, but the words he chose and how he said them. He was able to fool others into thinking he was a noble steed when in reality his body often showed his true intentions before he realized it. If one just stuided his behaviours ane blocked out his words they might understand everything. He was deception.
His eyes were instantly on the smaller of the two until the ebony splashed mare spoke. It was his first instinct to pick out the weakest one and usually that meant the smaller mares. Every now and again one would surprise him with fire, but usually they were the easiest to drag home. This light colored female seemed to show him a warning to watch himself, but he knew that was just a defense mechanism. One day he may find out if she could use her hooves or if she was all bark. Besides, with two mares here his only option was to use his charm to settle that uneasy feeling in their guts. So, he smiles the friendlyest smile he can manage.
His head nods to each in greeting after both spoke and he replies to thr taller mare's words. "Actually, I am not here to warm up. I just recently reclaimed the Inlet so I am out offering homes to the homeless." His weight shifts to make himself appear more comfortable. "My sister is there with me, but sometimes it gets lonely with just her company." Sabela. He never usually mentions her to strangers due to his possesion of her, but he wanted to assure these females he was of no harm to their gender.