The mare looks threatened by his approach. Maybe it was just because she was cornered, but little did she know the stallion that stood in front of her. He may be older and large, but Dagda had little fighting skills. He would only do what he must to protect those he loved. Other than that, the stallion was as soft as they come. Much like his seanmhair had been. Màthair had been a bit disappointed in that considering she had been more fiesty, but know one knows where that has came from. The rest of them had been gentle beings.

The large mare seemed to relax a bit before she passed a simple greeting. She then introduces herself with an unsure addition if it was nice to meet. His shoulder shrug. In all honesty was this a nice greeting? He had never thought this land would be taken over by a stranger. His family traveled away, scattered, and the bones of those long gone left behind. He just couldn't leave them. Not yet. "Dagda is my name." He responds back.

Silence falls as he just watches her unsure what to say next. He couldn't tell if she was friendly, but she was for sure odd. Just how he assumed the natives here had once thought his grandmother to be coming from a distant land. "I do not wish to leave my dhachaigh. My home." He had to clarify cause she probably didn't know what dhachaigh means. Every now and then he liked to use the words his grandmother had thought them. He never wished to lost sight of his heritage.