He was wandering once again when he happened upon the trio. He pauses, one hoof poised for movement onward, yet he cannot bring himself to continue onward. The speckled stallion has remained within his home since his most recent battle, and though the intelligent side of himself screams to leave these strangers behind, he does not. Instead he pivots his brutish form toward the group, allowing his bright blue eyes to quietly assess the situation as he approaches well within view of all involved. His gaze flits over each member in acknowledgement yet comes to rest upon the one that wears the familiar humid perfume of the desert. The brindle within the other's coat is enough for him to determine exactly who the stallion is and where he has journeyed from. He aims to hold the other male's gaze, offering a nod, before returning his focus to the group as a whole. He offers a nod in greeting to each of the women in turn as the roan's woman's words fall upon his charcoal-tipped ears. He cannot help but turn back to her and offer a small smirk at her jab. She is right - fine treatment may be grand, but there is more than simply living within an existence that is better than most. Perhaps she seeks to become her own woman or to crusade to right the injustices that seem to still plague various parts of the island. Regardless of her wants, he has already decided he wishes to know her more in depth. "Apologies for the intrusion, but it seemed like there may be something of interest happening here and I could not resist from joining." In truth, the spotted stallion has grown slightly weary of languishing away within the Dunes. He would prefer to find himself within the company of others, however hostile such company may become once introductions are made. His gaze slides back to the other stallion as he begins to speak in order to see if any reaction will follow his words. "I am Joachim. What kind of sustenance is enough to prove one's worth to a stranger?" He questions the roan woman's statement out of curiosity, though the weight of her insight may help the boy learn what aspects are expected of leaders. He has known only the rulers who prefer force, tyranny, and the occasional murderous outing. The speckled stallion aspires to be more than a sad echo of the supposed leaders of his past. |