now that I’m found, I miss being lost

Nils found it strangely comforting to see another living thing in this sea of sand. He regarded Fiero with reserved curiosity, his breath slowing as he cooled down, but sweat still darkened his chest and the fur there had begun to curl. He listened with ooooo forward-cupped ears to the dunalino stallion’s proposal, his head bobbing slightly.

“I don’t see why not,” he said. He was generally not ambitious, and didn’t entirely understand what Fiero meant by “something great,” but he really didn’t have anything else going on. He had spent far too much time wandering on his own, anyway; it was time to step out of his comfort zone a little bit.

He offered a chuckle at the sigh Fiero heaved after mentioning his family. The pale golden stallion was lively, and Nils decided he liked him. He was easy to be around and to talk to, so far anyway. Nils suspected his family would have similar energy. It might be nice to have an established herd running around to force Nils to socialize a bit. “My name is Nils,” he said when Fiero asked. The smaller stallion talked a lot, but Nils found he preferred it this way, even if he was unable to reciprocate the same level of conversational energy just yet. It filled the silence and his voice was pleasant to listen to. “I haven’t heard about this brotherhood,” he said, gesturing for Fiero to follow him and starting off at a much more sane pace back to his old spot. “There’s fresh water this way,” he added, hoping Fiero might tell him a bit about the Lagoon. It didn’t sound like anything Nils would inspect on his own, but bachelor stallions together always made for good stories.

stallion | liver chestnut roan | 18hh | belgian draft