"Hmmm..." he mused at the golden prince, a small smile of his own expanding over his usually darker features. "We have that in common," he started, amusement setting on his eyes as he watched his new friendly encounter beam at the edges of the market's barriers, creatures of every pace covering it's grounds like scattered ants looking for treasures.
"Ahh, I see." he began again, "A stallman looking to the arts." the roan stallion lifted his brows in interest. "To be honest, i've never known a single trader I liked..." with a dry sense of humor he smirked at the gold prince with an amused air to his tone. Teal eyes once closed opened at the sound of his correct assumption. "You have an eye for warriors then, do you?" his auditories swiveled towards his comrade. "I seek armor more than weaponry." he began, "to put it simply." he peered at the golden male through curious eyes.
"Speech." ♦ @ |