Zevulun’s head lifted as the call drifted out. Familiar, though he hadn’t heard it in quite some time. It was undecidedly for him. Castillon (who had been grazing alongside his father) had also lifted his head to look curiously off in the direction the call had come from, but his eyes slid back to Zevulun as the older stallion took a step forward. Zevulun glanced at his son and nodded, then jerked his pale muzzle toward the same direction. He wanted Castillon to accompany him to meet their visitor.

Since he had accepted the secondary position, Castillon had been showing promise. Zevulun would expect no less of a son of Rieslings. In some way that made him even more proud of Castillon; in others it broke his heart a little more. Riesling should be here to watch their son learn to be a leader, to have a herd, to be a father for the first time.

Zevulun put the thought to rest as he started to trot out, Castillon in his wake.

Though it had been some time since he had seen her last, Zevulun recognized Parvati the moment he saw her. He remembered Orphiel - the last time he saw the boy, the visit had not been pleasant, he couldn’t blame him though - and then glanced at the painted stallion she was with. He didn’t recognize him, but something made him think of Aurélie. Perhaps a relation? He glanced between Parvati and the young stallion, rumbling out a welcoming nicker from deep within his chest as he moved up to greet them. Zevulun offered his muzzle to Parvati first, obviously happy to see her, made evident in the soft noises, almost grunt-like, that he made behind closed lips as they exchanged breaths. When he pulled away from her, he was smiling.

Zevulun looked over at the painted stallion and nodded, then offered his muzzle to exchange a more customary but still friendly breath. He pulled away and glanced toward his granddaughter. “Parvati, it’s good to see you again.” He glanced at Castillon, who had also stepped in to exchange breaths with them. Zevulun nodded and looked back at the visiting pair. “This is my secondary, my son Castillon.” He only paused briefly before he asked, “What have I done to deserve a visit from my wonderful granddaughter?”