It didn’t take long for Lyden to find him. His approach was announced with the heavy thuds and crunches of hooves against the leafy ground as the stallion neared, and he finally appeared from the shadows between the trees. The stallion was a pale golden colour, splashed with white along his legs, much like Valentine’s own except the edges were softer and less harsh. The stranger appeared a little flustered as he emerged from the foliage around them, but he seemed to relax a little upon finding his visitor stood harmless and alone. Valentine bobbed his head in polite greeting, his own body language relaxed and inoffensive. He was pleased to see that he had not angered his new neighbour with his presence, and a good-natured smile split his lips as he listened to Lyden’s kind greeting. “Thank you, Lyden. Actually, I came to introduce myself,” he explained, tossing his forelock out of his dark eyes. He shifted his weight, tilting a hind hoof as he rested on one side. “I’m Valentine. I recently claimed the Prairie, and I thought it would be wise to meet my neighbour on friendly terms since we have this little island to ourselves.” |