The equine of dark-hues was in-fact, wholly unconscious when the loud call resounded. They had been having rather pleasant dreams, ones that involved a mysterious partner who lured them into a tango in a way that seemed so overpowering and meaning to show dominance, only for Seree to eagerly accept the offer with a bounding leap and a laugh, throwing the mysterious stranger off their hooves and allowing the antlered horse to take the lead.
The two of them had been dancing for many days and nights in the dream, the mysterious figure having recovered from the shock, and since found themselves unable to help laughing and joining in the festivities as the two of them stomped and reared and ducked and spun. At some point, the stranger had been crashing rocks together to create a beat and a rhythm other than the one in their hooves, and Seree had taken the melody over with their voice, strong and clear. Perhaps not the best singing voice, but it was full of life and made its presence known as song, so it made for good music to dance to when the only requirement was having fun.
Alas, as the cry of the Sovereign ripped throughout the land, the mysterious figure bid farewell until the next dance and the antlered equine was roused from slumber with bleary eyes yet a content smile upon their lips. They yawned as the stallion roared a second time, and then a third, taking their time stretching as they rose to their hooves with a shake of their flanks. Another yawn later, a smacking of the lips, and they decided they might as well set off in the direction of the call, lest their curiosity drive them mad.
At some point, the wind in their mane became too much of a treat to pass up, and the walk broke into a trot, then a dead gallop for a short portion of the distance, a whinny breaking free as they felt their hair whipped about behind them, the slight breeze coupled with the air picked up by their speed winding through the strands to caress the roots and their flesh with silky cool fingers.
They had slowed into an easy trot by the time they approached the gathering place, breath still a tad more rapid and deeper than required but all other evidence of their break into childish delight at the feeling of the wind on their face erased. They hadn't even broken a sweat, it was cool tonight.
Green eyes perked up, brighter and far clearer than they had been before, now roused from bleariness by the exertion and the time it had been since they woke. The emerald orbs seemed to glimmer as bright and clearly as the gems they resembled, filled with interest and excitement as they took in all the many gathered here before the Sovereign.
Their first thoughts were not of what the cause for the summons was. But rather, of how many faces it seemed they had yet to learn.
They knew of Reichenbach, who didn't? And they remembered Aislinn from the cliffside, but all the others were brand new. Some, from the way they interacted so casually amongst themselves, were far from new, and so it seemed that Seree was the one who had yet to meet them as the new member, rather than the other way around. But some seemed even newer than they, if the body language that spoke of unfamiliarity was anything to go by.
Most seemed involved in some conversation with others, seeming to have grouped themselves off.
But there was one who looked a little lonely, and was a face yet unfamiliar to the equine.
A face of youth, no less.
Ears perked up and the antlered equine wasted no time in walking themselves over to the youth who seemed to be ready to protest at something another had said. But the young one still seemed to hold their tongue. Well, if they did not want to speak whatever was on their mind, perhaps the Caretaker could give them something else to say, something they ought to know well.
They gave a nickering greeting as they came to stand at the youth's side, eyes crinkled up as they gave a friendly smile, tilting their head just a little.
"Hello there! I'm afraid we haven't met, although right now I must say to do so is a pleasure. My name is Seree, Seree Quyi, what is yours?"
It wasn't patronizing. Wasn't degrading. Just friendly, and if the way the horse's ears were cocked forwards, head leaned in just a bit, and eyes were paying quite rapt attention to the youth were any indication, their interest and want to hear what the younger equine had to say were far from faked.
@Reichenbach @
OOC: A. Seree gets to meet Raglan. B. Everyone else seems to be pairing off into conversations, I wanna be cool and do that too. ;-;
