Falls

Beowulf was not quite sure what to think of the whole scene. Ears remain at attention amid the wind-swept tangle of his mane as cautiously he takes one slow calculated step after another towards the duo. Depthless emerald green eyes flit back and forth between the two. The filly, could not be much older than himself, was a pretty thing. Not dainty or elegant as mother, but thickly built like Zjeena with long pale locks and deep amber brown pools that gleamed even in her sorrow. In constract the dappled gray stallion at her side appeared almost overly cheery in his greeting and playful banter. His tone, well that was strange too. Hell everything about the stallion was strange.

Ears flicker at the stallion's lilted tones. He shifts his gaze to Rayna as the stallion introduces her and a boyish grin plays upon his whiskered lips. "Rayna... that is a pretty name. DId your mother give it to you?" he inquires dipping his own skull, "My name is Beowulf. My father picked out my name though don't ask me what it means because I have no idea." he was rambling again he knew it but he couldn't help it. It tended to happen when he was nervous or so he thought. Truthfully this was the first time.

"Who are you anyway? Why does she need me to distract her? Aren't you doing that yourself?" he asks tilting his head towards the gray stallion on confusion.