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This mare who took over the Forest was… dense. Blinking golden eyes he got from his father, a black tobiano stallion let out a harsh breath as he stared at the grey mare that leveled him with a look of ‘for the love of god’. The two golden eyed creatures were in a stalemate, angered words of truth lying between both of them. Baba Yaga was trying, Crown Royal knew that. However, the whisky named stallion could not help himself with throwing small barbs at her after the trip to the Ruins. It was all in vain and with a passive father that was now gone on his own adventures, the black and white stallion had to do something to try and keep the peace. It was not faring well considering how his ‘leader’ and the Arch were getting along, but oh well he surmised.

Rolling his eyes then and turning away, Crown Royal gave the equivalent of a middle finger over his shoulder before he dipped into the sea. He had stayed put in the Forest for a while now, having only left for the Prairie for that chat with Lir and Zira. Now though, it was his turn, much to Baba Yaga’s frustration. He had been itching to roam the other islands for a bit, to learn more about the politics and to see if he could wiggle any budding alliance for the Forest’s Crown, but alas he had not been allowed. Now though, the stallion just let the water coat most of his body before he moved towards the crossing island. He would start there and see what he could pick up just to dangle in front of the grey mare's face like a marshmallow treat.

Rising upon the commons edge had Royal shaking his head with a snort. The current had thrown him off course, but he had not let it stop all momentum either. He had intended to land at the Falls, a place to see as he had so wondered. Now though, his average sized body just rolled through the commons like a wave. He was calm, mellow, but there was no true destination in sight before his gaze stopped and turned. Having caught something in the corner of his eye, Royal let his golden gaze flick over to a mare he had not seen before. With his limited outings though, it was not far off par for that either. Taking her in, the black tobiano felt his muscles tense and his ears lower faintly. This wasn't going to end well for him with the rising feeling of inadequacy and nervousness.

Heading over to her, the second of the forest gave a soft nicker. It was a start, letting the pretty grey mare know that he was coming. His pale hooves stopped a ways off, the tall summer grasses letting his white knees be hidden as he dipped his head. “Afternoon, miss.” He started off then, his ears slowly swiveling as the scent of another island came from her body. “May I ask… what has a beautiful gem such as you in the commons?” He most likely knew the answer as everyone knew this place was to find a home, but maybe her answer would be different? He did not know, but he gave her the question anyway as his name flowed after. “My name is Crown Royal.”