sleepless long nights
that is what my youth was for
Please, call me Kieron.

Kieron. Yscha toys with his name on her tongue, letting it fall from her lips in a whisper. Feeling satisfied, the yoyng Arabian mare nods in approval, and then turns her head towards Kieron, the most delicate of smiles still painted across her whiskered lips. She motioned towards the trail, Would you like to accompany me, Kieron? She asked invitingly, nut-brown eyes gleaming in the fading sunlight. Unless of course you have other business to attend to, in which case I will leave you to your business. She understood that being a herd leader had its many duties, and she was not about to get in the way of such important duties. After all, the Forest was Kieron's first priority now, and even if she was a part of his herd, she considered herself second to the land.

There was only a short pause before her mind had wandered to the next subject. So, Kieron, what are your hopes for the Forest? Have you many mares yet? Ohh, what about a queen? Surely you will need some help eventually, and there are many a mare about who would love to rule beside a man like yourself. Yscha was not implying anything by asking, really - and she hoped he didn't think she was. She was simply a curious being who liked to ask as many questions as possible. It didn't even matter because she wasn't sure she could see herself in such a high position. She was still young and had quite a bit of learning to do. Besides, she didn't know if a position like that would ever suit her; she was such a pacifist, and other mares were such....non-pacifists, she knew there would probably be conflict eventually. Which was certainly something Yscha wanted to avoid.

((ooc: ugh sorry for shortness, i had a lot more muse but for some reason couldnt find a whole lot to write about x_x :c))