He spies her instantly. The way she looks at him causes his head to flutter and for a few seconds he forgets why he has called to her. Just seeing her around the Forest was enough to make him feel...something. A large smile that he couldn't control spreads across his lips as she advances closer. The happiness flows through her features which only make him feel happy in return. He nods slightly at her question.

"My ceannard," He begins softly. "I need to talk to you. To explain something." He had no idea how she might have felt when he came home with Amberlyn. I guess it was something that was assumed of him as a owner of his own herd, but it still felt awkward. Then both mares bore his beautiful clann and he felt even more mixed. It took some months, but finally he has figured out why.

"You blessed me as your Sheild, but I dont think I can be anymore." He sighs, the smile wiping away. Nerves began to bubble up his throat as he adjusts himself uncomfortably. What was the best way to explain this? "I, uh," He begins to studder. He thought he must look funny right now. Such a big stallion so nervous. "I don't regret Amber and I do care for her a lot." His thoughts were all jumbled.

"But I gaol you." He finally says. "And you are all that I want." He swallows with a shallow breath.