15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


The stallion smirked at her laughter, though his ears still pinned back briefly in his loathing. ”Yes. The strange deer.” Studying his expression, one could have almost read the colorful language he would have spoken about the other quadrupeds. If only he could have found the words and not been too polite to say them in front of a lady. His voice, however, had been dripping with venom towards them. A few of the antlered beasts had been starting to get too close for comfort. At the time Pagan had let them be, though the challenged them with their voices. Now he had something to fight for and he would answer those calls. As soon as he figured out how to dodge the sharp points. He stomped his foot and snorted, letting the thoughts pass through him until he could change his focus. Taking a breath he released and changed the topic.

”As I mentioned, you are not trapped here. In fact, I encourage you to roam and meet others. Friends and visitors are always welcome whether they want to stay or not. Trouble will be driven back out.” It never crossed his mind that she could not be just as successful as he in welcoming others to the island or even bringing them there.

Silence settled briefly and his shyness started to creep back into him. His proud head lowered ever so slightly. He glanced at her and kicked at the pebbled under the feathered hooves. You are the first here, after me. It was hard for him to admit his apparent difficulty in bringing others here, but he had also hoped she would take the information as status. She was the first mare to be able to call this place her’s, it was his hopeful desire that she would be proud of it.

PAGAN