His lack of a response gave the oddly friendly mare enough time to jump back in with an answer to his question, and he vaguely listened to her describe a desert locale known as Solterra. Day Court? Ah, the herds. That's right. He had heard mention of that before, the peculiar association of the equines who lived in the area claiming a slightly different hierarchy than Ogden was accustomed to hearing about. It seemed odd to the varnish brute, who much preferred his own company anyway, but the way they lived didn't particularly matter to him--not when he had no intention of diving into their midst in any legitimate way.
A gruff, "Hmph," came out as a near-snort following Swahili's offer to guide him through the desert if he ever decided to visit, but he quickly shut down the thought. "I'm not going there." No, it was best to avoid any potential negative reactions from the delicate little butterflies who called those "courts" home...though as he studied Swahili again, he couldn't help wondering how it was she didn't fall into the same category. Deciding to test the knowledge she claimed to have--and appease his own worries--Ogden shifted a step closer, a string of dirt raining down from his haunches, and tilted his antlered head at her. "I'm not looking for anything specific," his deep voice answered, coarse but reluctantly curious. "What do you know that grows here?"
