He had left the Prairie earlier that morning. It filled the overo with an anxiety he hadn't quite felt before. Besides Kvasir and perhaps the involvement of one or two other herd members, his home would be left quite unguarded. Yet, despite this, Lir knew that the herd would not grow under his ministrations if he did not risk this from time to time. 'Surely,' he thought, 'a good candidate for Second would make themselves known soon.'
He had only just made his way into the Commons when the form of a mare grazing came into his vision. Lir nickered a warm greeting to her but did not hasten his approach. "Good day," the sable said pleasantly, "I hope I'm not disturbing you." She had been actively grazing when he'd strolled up after all. She was within her rights to ignore him. "I'm Lir," he would say, after she acknowledged him.