She was quick to ask more questions, and he was happy to oblige her. "Including you, there are eight of us. A fledgling herd if there ever was one." But the size didn't matter. He was confident that they would grow. They would thrive and lift each other up. "No one is quite as wild or pointy looking as me." He chuckled. "Everyone is unique and different on the outside, as well as the inside. But we all support and care for one another."
He paused, considering the best way to describe his friend. "He is a handsome stallion." He began, his voice slow as he thought through each word. "With a crown of regal antlers adorned with vines. His face, neck and chest are white with black diamond markings on his face. The rest of his body is a blue with black stripes. He is kind and gentle. Always thoughtful as he speaks and gentlemanly in his mannerisms. He is very smart, wise, and holds an enthusiasm for the history and restoration of Halyven that is almost youthful in its brightness. He could talk to you for hours about the city that he loves. A refreshing contrast to his normally more proper, and slightly reserved manner. He always has a kind smile to offer to another and is a dear friend."
He furrowed his brow. That was probably a more detailed explanation than she was probably expecting. But like any proud family member, Rosco enjoyed talking about his family and how amazing they were. He looked down at Nineave. "You spoke of living in the Eastern Flats. What part did you hail from?" He was curious about her original home. There were so few native roaming about that he leapt at the chance to talk to any of them. Eager to learn of their life.
"Talk."
cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing
The Portal
