He sensed he was getting judged a great deal more than his neighbor would let on. He found it odd, but for the time being he bit his tongue. The golden stallion had obviously come for a reason and he would surely get to it before too long. He didn't seem an extremely patient man. He was respectful, but only as much as decorum would dictate and Hollowpoint expected no less. Each man was a king in his own castle.

Midas. His mother had once told him a tale of a man named Midas and how the gods had cursed him. His mother had told him many stories however and he doubted this stallion was connected to those. He had a deeper voice, more resounding than his own with a distinctive accent that flavored all his speech. It wasn't until the man tripped over a word (which he assumed was acquaintance) and gave him a very pointed look that he decided it was his turn to speak. He was a breath away from introducing himself when he realized that Midas had already called him by name.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“The pleasure is all mine, Midas. I have been meaning to get to know my neighbors, but you know how things can get I'm sure.” He considered asking the man what had brought him to his borders today, but he sense that any direct approach he tilted at that windmill would yeild less than appealing results.

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