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The other horse seemed passive enough, at least he thought so from the initial mistrusting eyes and then the relaxing into the companionable greeting. Micah was not usually one to make sudden-break decisions about another’s character - it was a living thing, his opinion of others. Constantly adapting and evolving into what could become either friend or foe over time. Zevulun was the only creature, other than his mythologically monumental father, that had any devotion from him in any sort of quick order.
Voyager, this other claimed himself to be - and there is something on his scent that implied that the last ‘voyage’ may not have been to his benefit. Micah makes a note to send for Tanhua or at least notify Zevulun that a potential new companion for the Prairie was not in the finest health yet. Maybe, at least, Zevulun’s daughter could provide the service of her entertaining self. At the least, a recuperation within the bounds of this place could provide better humor and better sureness of health before Voyager again chose to pick up the purpose of his naming.
"Occupation?" The other horse stands to his full height, but Micah remains unmoved. He had seen the like of Voyager before in other stallions. Action spoke so much louder than word or appearance. "There are some who choose to live here at their leisure, but others choose to be more of an interactive member of the herd. There are those, like myself, who simply make sure to make the rounds and assure that the others who are more frail of body or spirit need feel no discomfort or fear of dangers." He smirks, the mistrust in Voyager’s countenance not hidden and he moves to quickly assuage any kind of concern. "Oh you needn’t look at me as though I am going to draft you into service, friend. I am not one to prefer a fight, either. I simply wish for the others to feel less of a burden, as many come here to heal their spirit and mind."
He shakes himself, swinging a nip back onto his own barrel in a passing scratch. "If you wish to merely enjoy the bounty during the winter and rest yourself, we will be equally as glad to accommodate you anyway."
OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE
▻ six years - andalusian mutt - grullo tobiano splash - 16.0 hh ◅