The man that seemed to be their leader, he didn’t seem offended. Frey was grateful for that, at the very least. Maybe he’d come on too strong, as he did sometimes. He was learning his manners, he was learning how to be careful around strangers. This was a different world for a man, and the man he would become. The bachelor lifestyle… was it for him? Would he live up to walk in his father’s footsteps? Only time would tell.
Three pairs of blue eyes on the sky, and then looking at him. It was almost strange to Frey, they all looked so much alike. There was no time to be unsettled, and one stepped forward to close a bit of the gap between them. At least here, there is nothing short of gentleness. The child is safe, secure.
We don’t-- Frey’s brow furrowed. No, that wouldn’t do. It would be dangerous for them to be out here on their own. Arrived a little while ago-- yes. It was far too dangerous to be out in a storm like the one coming, with no one that even knew they were here yet. Frey’s words and gaze are equally warm. “I’m from the Lagoon, the bachelor herd. There’s plenty of space, and a decent amount of cover to keep the snow and wind from getting too bad.” His offer comes even before his name, which he doesn’t realize until after he’s taken a breath. “I’m Frey, the general’s son. You’re welcome to come in and stay through the storm, or longer-- no obligation, of course. Winter has been pretty volatile so far, and it does some scary things to the sea.” There was genuine concern in his voice.
Frey’s ears flicker forward as one of the other men introduces himself, and his brother. And then-- Ramiel and Razie’ls father. The boy’s heart squeezes, a pang of jealousy. They were clearly well grown, and still had this much of a relationship with the man that had sired them. They seemed close, and well adjusted. Would he have a relationship with his father like that? Something told him that it wasn’t likely, but there were bigger things on his mind. “Ramiel… Raziel… Zevulun, it’s nice to meet you.” The warmth continues, from Frey, as he repeats their names in turn. He’d commit them to his memory, he’d continue to learn. Always learning. Always growing. And this time, he’d actually remembered his manners.
yearling. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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