He studied her with veiled eyes as she stood there. There was a sadness to her, he noted though he chalked it up to being asked not to follow a man she had chosen. Truly he couldn't understand doing that to family. Moreso he was glad she was who he thought she was. Silently he listened to her voice as she spoke merely giving a nod in return to her greeting. Her next question confused him though. Was he willing to allow her to stay? He thought he had made as much clear, but perhaps she was looking for confimation. “You are more than welcome to stay here as long as you like and feel free to go wherever your feet take you and return in your own time. Or never return at all. I will not place any restrictions on you.”

The painted man was not possessive. He appreciated anyone who placed their trust in his ability to protect and provide for them. He had not proven so reliable in the past, but always hoping for improvement and nothing if not honest. “I will ask nothing of you and your will is your own.” He would leave it all up to Calligraphy.

He shifted his weight and cocked a rear hoof in relaxation casting a glance out across the gently rolling hills of his home. Carefully he looked back to her. “Tell me about yourself.” A simple request, but one that he needed. He always needed to feel connected with those he considered family. It was a special and serious bond that his mother had instilled deeply into him.

stallion // mixed // fifteen.three // eight // bay dun tobiano [Ee/Aa/Dd/nT] // riley
beckett x summer