Cromer. Her name was original and not something that was copied many times over. Voyager liked her uniqueness and it had him faintly twitching with the urge to know more about her. There was a lot of color on the islands, but he had yet to see any similar to this shining beauty. She was all new to him and he liked finding those little rays of light that others would pass over. Cromer was different and he was thankful for that little fact.
Listening to her speak, the stallion lifted his head back up and stood almost at attention, but he was relaxed enough to cock a back leg and let himself listen to her soft and sweeter voice. Picking out key points to her words, the stallion let out a faint hum when her words finally ended. “There is a place in the forest that has trees and a way to avoid most snow and rain.” He was talking about his home, the one in the forest. He would rather not snag anyone and force them to come with him for brute force was his last used option against others. If Voyager could avoid making someone fight him, he certainly would give that a shot over taking them out first time meeting them,
Shifting on his hooves, Voyager gently looked behind him towards the direction he came. His home would most likely get a decent bit of snow, but she would be able to tuck up under the canopy from the trees and avoid the worst of what would come their way. Thinking it over internally, Voyager let out a breath as he turned his head back to her. “I live in the forest under a stallion named Bacardi. The herds there are kept safe and covered for the winter colds and we try our best to keep everyone safe.” Voyager might as well try his hat with this. He had not tried to get anyone thus far into his little herd.
“If you follow, you'll have a warm and dry place with grass and a herd that is starting out…” There it was, the truth to Voyager. He currently had no herd under him with being a sub lead and he hoped that she wouldn't laugh at him and run.
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