Diamant lifts his head when his peripheral vision catches movement from the herd. Wary amber eyes watch as a red mare with striking vertical stripes approaches with a young slate-grey filly. Her body language shows she is curious but guarded, and Diamant does not blame her for that. Were he in her position, he would be the same.

He turns to face her and clears his throat when she addresses him, doing his best not to let her blunt question faze him. “Diamant,” he answers with a polite dip of his head, his thick forelock briefly falling to obscure the diamond-shaped star on his forehead. His voice is deep but gentle. “I come from the Lagoon. I was given orders to watch over you all while Warsaw fights his war. I mean no harm and have no intention of bothering you.”

Though outwardly he is composed, internally he feels a surge of nerves as a natural pause falls on their conversation. He takes the time to avert his gaze, looking out across the tundra to the forests and mountains beyond. “Your home is beautiful. My parents lived on Tinuvel a long time ago, so something about it has always spoken to me.”

Diamant returns his gaze to the mare. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you and your… daughter?” he ventures, peering curiously at the little filly.