Meadow

Here and not here was such detailed and conversational answers. Bacardi nearly wanted to huff in exasperation at the two, but at least the stallion offers a bit more willingly a name. It was quite the mouthful and Bacardi wonders if he will ever need to actually say it? Tucking away that information, he then glanced to the mare as she too, offered a name. Hopefully, as cranky as she is, he wouldn’t even have to bother remembering her’s.


“Bacardi.” he replied. “Son of the Peak.” Hopefully by offering a bit more than they had, it would give them the incentive to do so? If not, he supposed he could just sit back and watch the cranky mare be cranky, it had been entertaining enough at least. Perking his ebony rimmed ears forward in a hopeful manner, he looked to both as he waited for replies.

two years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the peak.

"...speech"