Common

Being a father was… tiring. It seemed like Frey had gone from all of his normal brooding and carrying on to having to answer dozens of questions, all day, every day… overnight. Not to say that he didn’t love Thor– of course he did. Of course he’d do anything for his son but… listen, Frey is tired. Frey is tired and his patience is thin. For now, the sooty stallion needs to be out on his own. Catch a breath of fresh air. Do something. Do anything.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking for something at least a little spicy. Conflict of some sort. Frey is, to an extent, always looking for a fight. There’s confidence that lives inside his bones. Not arrogance, no. Frey knows that he has a long way to go before he’s truly a proven fighter, but there are already certainties. There’s no doubting he’s big. There’s no doubting he’s bold. There’s no doubting he’s strong. So far, that was enough. Tenuous confidence on his bad days, but on days like today? Frey was right as rain.

As is often the case within the Commons, Frey doesn’t need to look for long. Trouble finds him? He finds trouble? More likely than not, it was both. The sooty stallion shone in the sun, basking in the way it settled around his shoulders. Head high, neck arched, maybe a bit more flashy in his gait than strictly necessary– it seemed that fuckery was afoot, and so was Frey. He was meant to be keeping an eye on the Commons after all, right? This certainly seemed to count.

Admittedly, he’s rakish. There’s a spark in his amber eyes. A glimmer. Mischief is alive and well in Frey’s system. A decided lack of neutrality as he openly sizes up the paint stallion, taking him in from the stripes to… well, the everything else. Frey tosses his head as he approaches, tossing his forelock from his eyes as best he can. “I’d love to know what you’re assuming she’s gotten herself into, actually.” His gaze on the other stallion is curious, and that glimmer hasn’t gone away. The spark. After being cooped up in the Lagoon for what felt like far too long, this is exactly what he needed.

Right, he should… he should say something to the pair of mares. What does he say? At least the grin that plays across his features comes easily, and he can be all confidence. “Good afternoon,” right well, simple enough. At least the Lagoon stallion can put a bit of pressure on the other man by just being.