Plain and ordinary. That was the definition of Rhone. If his plain, ordinary bay color did not give it away, then his calm, cool demeanor did. Nothing seemed to phase him anymore. The longer he lived his life, the more he began to see that there were so many different personalities, so many different ways of looking at life. He was a kind soul, one who preferred to make friends over enemies. He was always on the lookout, however, for trouble, as he had been plenty privy to it as he aged. But Rhone always gave the benefit of the doubt, even when it probably wasn’t deserved.
He laid eyes on the rather unordinary individual that stood before him, he thought for a moment what it would be like to be different. While the other’s color was rather plain, it was his wings that made him stand out. They were large and in charge, overpowering his appearance. Not to mention, they were reminiscent of bat wings, not the fluffy feathered wings that he was so used to seeing around here. But if Rhone were honest, they looked good on him. If the wings were on his own body, they would look awkward. With his shortened stature, the oversized wings would swallow him up.
He asked the other where the other had learned to call towards the coyotes, observing that his skill in doing so was quite advanced. He had met some individuals that learned to call birds, but never coyotes. It was a unique gift, one that was entirely intriguing to the lone stallion.
He listened almost with awe as the other called the coyotes again. Ears flicked in the direction of the answering canines, a smile creeping across his lips at the sound. He listened with the same intensity when the other stated that he came from a place where they would sing and holler all night. What a place that would be! "What sort of place was it?" In all his homelands, never had the coyotes been so bold. In fact, he didn’t even remember them being anywhere. He couldn’t recall if they even existed. Surely they had somewhere at some point, because why else would he know the calls?
At the introduction, Rhone offered the other a soft smile, his steps bringing him just a little closer to the other. He hoped that with formalities out of the way, they could stand a little closer so it didn’t seem like they were yelling across the prairie. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tucson." It was an interesting name for an interesting creature. "I am called Rhone." It was a simple name, an uncommon one. His mother said he was named after a great shipwreck, as was her own namesake. It wasn’t much, but it was his own.
Eyes looked up to the full moon in the sky, the light illuminating the two stallions as they met unceremoniously in this place. It was a peaceful evening, the crickets chirping, the bats screeching as they flew by. Yes, it was a beautiful evening. "I hope I’m not disturbing you. I was simply meandering through, trying to get a feel for this place." He still considered himself relatively new to Novus. There were still so many places he had yet to see, so many places that he wanted to explore.
