He had barely realised he had spoken. Perhaps thanks to the fact he so rarely had reason to utter his thoughts, or more likely so rarely even formed any to focus him so intently. Through the muddled depths a small ripple of embarrassment stirred, prodding deep within him as Vodnik echoed his words. Blessedly habits stayed strong and the blacks closed features remained fixed and unrevealing rather than break under the others gaze. He barely knew himself in what content his words had emerged, but all too easily could they have been taken as a sign already in invite was mistakenly offered. That the younger stallion spoke like a simpleton. Or merely lacked the most straightforward skills.

Yet the invite was not withdrawn. With a single twitch of one sharp ear Anonymous speaks before he can think upon it any further, before the doubts can grow and fester. "I am." His fate is sealed in those two words for the foreseeable future. Some might have argued otherwise. All it would take was for him to turn his back and leave. Wander away wherever he was taken as he had so many times before. But it was to there he had been brought. Presented with something he had been moulded to never ever expect or even consider. Despite the giants words he did not believe he had earnt that opportunity. So why..?

But why meant thinking. And already far too much of that had gone on within the space of a few minutes, more than he was accustomed to working through in months at a time. A grunt leaves him, a weak release of the disbelief that fogs his mind. Life had just been turned upon its head.

Dark eyes turned upon Vodnik, studying him in a new light. This stallion who he had just agreed to help, to aid protecting his lands and his herd. And he would do. He did not know the stallion. But he knew he had given him something where none others had. He could have seen the odd intruder to his shores and off right then, but instead the ebony steed found himself able to turn his back upon the waves. He would visit those trees after all, even tread beyond them. He would familiarize himself with the island in a way he had no other. Until the day the truth struck home and he was dispelled to the oceans awaiting embrace. Was he supposed to thank him? The words sounded awkward even in his mind. So simply he bowed his head, quivers of pain and exhaustion, both of the body and mind, travelling across his damp sides.