sol bestiam
"Someone's probably fucking around with us. Ha, watch this all be a trap. Just my luck too…" Sol found his focus pulled by the painted mare and was relieved to hear that he was not the only one that did not have the faith that he had been seeing. "Sounds like you have the same luck as I do..."
The big stallion watched the milling of the other horses, finding himself slowly migrating toward the mare that had spoken and he had actually caught the words of. He was still greatly out of place in this world, but it wasnt from lack of trying. He had been out and about every day, trying to find things to be able to sell, as well as trying to make any connections that he could. No matter what happened, it would be easy to say that he was shoving his way out of his comfort zone and trying to make a place where he truly belonged.
The idea of belonging was a strange one and it made him shake his head and take a moment of silence to contemplate the statue. His golden orange eyes were focused hard upon the statue, leaving him open to anyone that desired to sneak up on him... If they were brave enough that was. Most tended to be a bit intimidated by him, or at least they had been before he left his home and made his journey to where he had arrived.
"Speaking."
The big stallion watched the milling of the other horses, finding himself slowly migrating toward the mare that had spoken and he had actually caught the words of. He was still greatly out of place in this world, but it wasnt from lack of trying. He had been out and about every day, trying to find things to be able to sell, as well as trying to make any connections that he could. No matter what happened, it would be easy to say that he was shoving his way out of his comfort zone and trying to make a place where he truly belonged.
The idea of belonging was a strange one and it made him shake his head and take a moment of silence to contemplate the statue. His golden orange eyes were focused hard upon the statue, leaving him open to anyone that desired to sneak up on him... If they were brave enough that was. Most tended to be a bit intimidated by him, or at least they had been before he left his home and made his journey to where he had arrived.
@Morrighan
