He notes the quick flick of the other�s ears, as well as his choice of vocabulary when describing the neighboring territory. Broads rather than mares; perhaps there�s a bit of rivalry between the Lagoon and the Peak �or had been in the past� or maybe this stallion is just less than respectful of the fairer sex. Kendry makes no judgements, but the other stallion�s attitude does interest him. He grew up with his mother, no father, and a more or less absent lead stallion. The perlino has spent very little time with other males and that is part of what has drawn him, again, to the Lagoon.

Kendry watches the buckskin free himself from the mud with a mild expression in his bright blue eyes. Kasabian� hey, two K�s! he might�ve joked, had his other comment not gone unacknowledged. This is either not the right time for humor or not the right horse for it. Not that the perlino blames him. Kasabian�s voice is loaded with scorn as he answers Kendry�s question. �Probably,� he agrees easily, unruffled. He has far less loyalty to this land than the horse before him, and a lot of that is likely due to the fact that Kendry has just set up shop here, like a year ago. How must it feel for someone like Kasabian to come back home and find it empty, totally devoid of any life, except for some blue-eyed boy he�s never heard of?

�I can�t speak for the others, but I�d assume so. I stopped by here oh, two, three years ago? and met several bachelors. Some flashy fellow called Rade was running things then, but I guess that didn�t last. I�ve been here since last spring and haven�t run into anyone else until now.� He shifts his weight to his left hip but can�t think of any other relevant information to offer. �You�re staying, right?� he asks, and can�t quite keep the hope out of his voice. He�s been dying for company, and Kasabian is clearly familiar with the Lagoon and the Islands in a way Kendry isn�t. It�d be good to have him around.

KENDRY
stallion . draft mutt . five . perlino [EE Aa CrCr] . 18hh . son of marlena