Common

Emhyr is unsure what drives him to leave the Bay. He has grown comfortable in the confines of his home, has been made complacent with the ease bestowed upon him in his kingship thus far. Visitors to the Bay are rare, and challengers even more so. It is not lost on him how blessed he has been to not have interlopers at his door every week as his father had while he was king. Still, he never ceases his daily patrols of the border, nor lets his watchful gaze stray too far from his small flock.

But for as simple and peaceful as his life is, how mellow he has become as he eases his way into adulthood, there is still a part of him that longs for excitement. The call of adventure has always echoed in his ears, though he has become adept at ignoring it. He is a father now, with a kingdom to protect, and he cannot let his foolishness be his downfall. Rarely now does he find himself facing off with the Bay's resident wolf pack, or taunting the bull moose that wander the forests.

He finds excitement now by, occasionally, wandering to the Crossing. If he cannot allow himself the thrills of his youth, he can at least find some semblance of adventure there. One day, he tells himself, he will dare to venture into the Peak and see if the vulcan mares are truly as fierce as the rumors claim. Today, though, he simply wanders the Commons, content to observe the goings-on, and vowing to step in should a particularly rowdy stallion try to force his unwanted flirtations on an unsuspecting mare.

It is not long before Emhyr's eyes come to rest on the lone figure of a mare amidst the swaying golden grass of the meadow, her shock of white hair catching his gaze. The young bay king watches with rapt attention as she wanders her way further into the clearing. She proves hard to read; most mares look lost, or afraid, or excited, but her the expression on her face is indecipherable to him. His eyes catch on a small wound on her leg, his dark lips arcing downward. Spurred on by the concern that blooms within his breast, Emhyr ensures his steps are heavy enough for her to hear from a distance, letting his hooves drag against the dirt as he makes his way towards her at a leisurely lope.

"Are you alright?" he inquires softly, motioning with a jut of his chin towards the wound on her leg.