Raymond had no time for prejudice - nor, in this case, the knowledge of his surroundings to develop such small-minded thinking. A careless horse who surrounds himself with others like himself might still be undone by them, and even the most deeply-entrenched enemy might willingly offer the key to victory, so the red stallion did his best to treat everyone as people first and worry about all the ugly details later.
His mind was more occupied in familiarizing itself with the rather alien (to him, anyway) customs of Court life, with the natural comings and goings of individuals whose habits layered over one another to weave into the Dusk Court a breathing, bleeding network of normalcy. This was civilization as had been dreamed of by the dal'rend in his youth, that he had first pledged himself to protect and nurture into being.
Would it have been worth it? Hard to say.
The red stallion was something else now, a chameleon of character whose customs were largely borrowed and regularly traded for those that might best suit him to his environment. He would don the courtly ways if it pleased his compatriots, but would always prefer to sleep in silence under the open sky.
But someone there amongst the hustle and bustle drew comfort from the goings-on within the court. Raymond knew enough now that he recognized the colt as other, either by scent or bearing, and was drawn immediately toward the night-spotted boy.
The thought of waiting for his presence to be permitted never even crossed the swordsman's mind.
"Good evening!" Raymond said, tipping his head good-naturedly forward. "Not from around here, are you? Neither am I, in a manner of speaking." His confidence seemed effortless, unflappable - the kind of charm that would let a man stroll past security with a smile and a wave - and instantly relatable. To him, everyone was valuable and it showed. He did not have to put on airs.
"I assume you didn't get here the way I did," he continued. The way it rolled off his tongue, the words formed a question rather than a statement.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
@Cynix
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
