Ochre eyes pass over the dappled draft before him, a smile touches his lips as she answers his question. "It is not an easy life to live in a place like this, but it is worth it." His dark lips are pulled back in a smile, but it did not last long, as their conversation turns dark. She beckons him out of earshot of Zakhar, he follows her. He mentally prepares himself for the story that she was about to tell him. Deep down in his gut, he knew that it would most likely not be a bright, and happy one.
He shifts his weight from one hoof to the other, then she speaks. As she says those few words, he can feel her anxiety. She noticeably swallows hard. "I am sorry Asha, I do understand, I will not push the subject further." He reaches his dark muzzle forward, he brushes his lips on her dappled hide. He recognizes the look of apology in her dark eyes, and he nods.
"Well, I came from a land much like Tinuvel, cold and unforgiving." He pauses, much like my father. "I left home to strike out on my home, I wandered for some time before stumbling on a little herd of bachelors. I enjoyed my time with them, but I needed something more." Isn't how most of the other horses ended up here? Looking for something more in life.
"I have been the King here, for... almost two years now. I honestly can not believe how fast time has passed."