RAZVANmale // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

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The silence that fell between them gave room for Razvan to think of what needed to be discussed. Being as his mind was so preoccupied he just followed along beside Encantador; his strides stronger and more confident along the shifting sands of the dunes they crossed. As they reached the oasis he was not covered in sweet as he once would have been but seemed fine by the distance they had traveled. Any faster though and it would have shown upon the stallion.

Placing himself close to Endcantador since it is they wish to discuss matters; Razvan still leaves a respectable distance. Manners weren’t lacking in the stallion and so that was the most reason in which he was trying his best to think of a way to start their conversation. Casting his golden eyes upon his leader the painted man could see the questions burning within him yet he too waits for what needs to be said. The best would be just to throw it all out there and sort it one by one until this mess was an organized stack of events.

“Midas would not release Sahara and kept her captive with him along with two other mares of the Hills” Razvan starts. “I had plans to try and steal her when I could but had not had the health to do so. Debonaire merely did just that but instead of taking the rewards as his own he returned my love and child to me instead.” Pausing he tries to gage what Encantador already knows as he speaks. “ For whatever reason Sahara didn’t see this as such and so that is where her temper came in. What I’m concerned about is how Debonaire acted. He said that I owed him a debt which I fully agreed upon yet he did not want anything. Instead he asked that I move to the Shore with him because of my health and of the foals. That my debt would forever connect us yet he does not know me like I don’t know him. What would give a stallion such motives?”
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