Meadow

Kendry can only imagine what it must be like to be a new arrival. When he left the islands, just a boy, it seemed a great big adventure— perhaps because he knew he would always return home. But what of those horses who left the mainland seeking a new place to settle? He looks at Banks and notes the force of her exhales, then leans over to bump her shoulder gently with his to share some reassurance through body heat. “Well, I grew up on Luthien, in the Prairie. I liked it there because there was always a lot of snow. I lived in the Thicket for awhile, just over this season actually, and did not enjoy that nearly as much. I’d like to get my feet on Tinuvel, eventually., but I’m partial to the cold.” He lifts one feathered hoof and grins.

“I’ve spent more time here than anywhere else, to be honest. Nowhere has felt quite like home to me like the Crossing does. But, this isn’t a place where herds congregate. Only for horses to meet and mingle. The Peak might be a good place for you, if you’re looking for a place to hole up for awhile and get your bearings. As far as I know they won’t make you stay if you decide it’s not for you. Might be a little more difficult to exit a herd.” He looks out through the falling snow and adds, “Atlantis might be a good fit for you if you’re looking for steady nourishment year-round. I’ve a friend in Paradise who is easy-going and would not begrudge you the choice to stay or go, if you’d like to check it out. Gnome’s good company.”

His own excursion into the life of a band stallion has thus far proved to be unfruitful. Kendry is as of yet undecided as to when he will try again, for he knows he will make another attempt at securing for himself a land and a herd. It is just a matter of time, and right now the timing doesn’t feel right. Perhaps when the snows have melted.... Kendry utters a thoughtful hmm and blinks, bringing his blue eyes back to Banks. “I’m between homes, myself. You’re welcome to keep company with me while you think it over.”