15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


Pagan listened to what Nephiliam said and nodded agreeably. It sounded like they were on the same page. The two could help each other when they could. He thought for a moment, and his tail swished in contemplation.

”I can say if any uncalled for attacks come to you and your borders, I will step in if you ask me. It may be selfish, but if someone looks at taking your land their eyes might stray to mine. However, the battles you go looking for are your’s. Same expectation for me. Sound fair?” The longer the conversation progressed the more the gypsy visibly relaxed and warmed to the situation. Shy and socially awkward, the stallion took time to comfortably converse, let alone be friendly with. The art of continuing conversation was one he sadly had little skills in.

He studied Nephiliam, a little surprised that he had asked. ”I came here just before winter hit. I spent it mostly alone. What about you?” There was a pause. ”Why do you ask?”

PAGAN