Falls

His retrospect is broken by the sound of someone descending from the path his daughter had gone up not all too long ago. One mottled ear flicks that direction indicatively followed by the jeweled emeralds of his gaze. It is too soon, he thinks, for Cricket to be returning already. He wasn’t entirely sure of her intent with the formidable Vulcans, but he doubted she would even return before the day was done. The last thing he expected to see however was the golden stallion who strode into view, even less so the fact that he changed his path to pass closer to the spotted vagabond. There is nothing but vague interested on his features as the slender man offered him words of warning in case he was considering his own travels towards those imposing peaks. He quirks a metaphorical eyebrow at the thought of what picture the other stallion paints in regards to what lies in that altitude above, though a part of him is concerned that his daughter has wandered into a potentially tense atmosphere.

An appreciative chuckle rumbles in his throat however. “If a spark is all it takes, then I fear the mountains will be ablaze soon with my daughter now joined in the mix.” Worried as a father might be, he does not doubt Cricket’s ability to hold her own though she can often ignite even the calmest of tempers. “But, at least we can appreciate the warmth from here.” His deep voice bridges the gap between them, though he could not hide his curiosity as to what exactly the stallion who was so eager to put the Peak behind him had been doing within its reaches. “Though I can’t disagree that fate does have an unkinder hand than this.” He makes a vague gesture to himself and his situation, for while things could perhaps be better he knew for a fact that they could be much, much worse.

“Do you find yourself in a similar position? You do not look much like a man who would not find a place for himself, somewhere.” He could not determine any one particular scent which would say where he was from on the Isles, and though he was no doubt at least near or equal to his own age judging by his features there was a vivaciousness in the air around him which could not be denied. Even in his relative apathy about most things he could not ignore it, and it is what kept him interested in the shorter stallion. There was no doubt that there was more than met the eye as far as he was concerned, and surprisingly Bondurant was interested to know just what that was.