The other stallion stiffens, regarding Kendry the way he’s used to being regarded by horses smaller than him who seem a littler perturbed by his size. But this guy, though a little slim, can look the perlino in the eye no problem and still seems hesitant to engage him in conversation. Kendry makes a quick note of this to question Psych about later: maybe there’s something about him, other than his size, that is truly off-putting and he just hasn’t noticed it, and maybe his brother (after he’s done joking and poking fun) will have a serious answer for him.

Think of the devil and there he is— Kendry turns his grin on Psych as the stallion ambles up to them and snorts laughter at the disheveled state of his hair and drowsy look he can’t seem to shake. “Yup,” he says as his grin gets wider. “At least around guys like us you’ll never feel old,” he jibes, leaning over to bump his shoulder companionably against his brother’s. His light gaze flicks back to the tall, quiet guy as he introduces himself. He likes the way the black’s name sounds. Diamant. Bold, with some heft to it. Nice.

“Welcome,” he says warmly, thinking maybe now that introductions are over the new guy will relax. “Kasabian find you somewhere? I’ll have to thank him for thinking of me; I’m tired of towering over these guys all by myself. Psych’s good company but we don’t really see eye to eye on a lot of stuff, if you know what I mean,” he laughs as he says it and winks, amused at his own joke. He glances at the white and gold stallion and shakes out his mane, still grinning, and resists making another quip about Psych’s height until he sees how his first joke is received by the sleepy bachelor.

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