With patience that is at odds with the restlessness of his body, the sun-dancer waits. He watches the flickering changes of expression on the stranger's face. Vadim can't help but feel for him. Though he does not know the precise cause, the loss of home is something that he is familiar with. He doubts he will ever be completely free of the homesickness that plagued him often when he first arrived, though it has faded to less regular bouts. Usually it strikes worst when he is faced with a crowd of these warrior-like folk who seem to think first with their hooves and teeth.
Not all of them, he chides himself a little. There are many sharp minds at court among all the ranks and he would do well to remember that. Though Bexley's views were strange to him, he did not doubt her intelligence. Nor the silver Emissary who seemed cold but fair. And fair was something Vadim could appreciate.
So he waits the solemn white stallion's answer and listens when it comes, trying to read what is left unsaid by his speech. He is at a loss- Vadim knows not how to lift the invisible weight from this warrior's shoulders, not even for a moment though he yearns to. Even Maxence, caught in moments of quiet, is not so closed and stony. Not that he has much interaction with the Sovereign. Perhaps he should fetch Seraphina- her own cold apathy might give the unicorn a more familiar personality to speak with if all his people are like this.
He turns to come alongside the unicorn at his request, muzzle turned towards the gate. "Residents of Solterra and welcomed guests may enter freely," he confirms, taking a step towards the gate. He keeps a little distance between them, pointedly aware of their size difference when he is alongside the other stallion. "I will speak for you if anyone asks- and if you give me your name."
He smiles, his voice making the request light with humor. He isn't precisely sure he is allowed to make this kind of call but try as he might he cannot recall any laws forbidding it. And he had made a point to remember the laws Maxence had laid out. Regardless, if someone challenged it he would accept the consequence. It's not as if he could just leave this man standing in the desert before the gate, under the merciless burning gaze of Solis. Hospitality is too much in his nature.
@Stavros
