Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.
It's true that I don't know Liland very well. But I can tell that the Fjord stallion is kind. He seems like he wants to do right by his herd, which is respectable. While it would be helpful for him to also be skilled and passionate in battle, it is not necessary. We just needed like-minded folks to join our cause. It has been far too long since there was peace among the islands.
I bob my head as Liland speaks about Warsaw and Rougaru. A single ear lobe flicks forward and back as he mentions his indifference to Warsaw, which is curious to me. The grey stallion literally expelled him from his home... even if they did exchange some members of their herd. But this wasn't my business. I snort once in confusion and continue to listen. "One of his daughters is also currently in the Prairie." I mention casually with the flick of my red tail. "I'm under the impression that he doesn't care much about what happens to his family members."
I bob my head again and nicker reassuringly when the cream-colored stallion agrees to become an ally. "That's great to hear." I say with a short smirk, and pass Rhoyern a short side glare. "Well, if we can ever be of help, you know where to find me."
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