I Do Believe

He gave a low chuckle at her query, shaking his head. “The horn develops after birth, over the course of a few years or so. In fact, at initial birth, if it weren’t for a slight bump in the center of the brow, they could have been mistaken as polled. It crowns shortly before weaning age, but remains very blunt and fuzzed over until yearling hood. Then it hardens and lengthens over the following years, and the fuzz falls away.”

It was a valid question, and one he was quite willing to give a detailed answer to. Such things were an important consideration.

He noted her unspoken request for space, stepping neatly back beyond her bubble. While his interest at the moment was not related to breeding, he was an affectionate creature. He liked the physical touch and the closeness of others, but he was content to respect her wholeheartedly.

“I’d enjoy that. I did catch whiffs of another stallion for a stretch of time in the basin near the coast out here, but I haven’t directly encountered him yet. I believe he’s living with a wolf pack that was sheltering there during the Eruption. His scent left when they did.”

A rustle in the grasses turned his head, and a moment of intensity turned into a smile as one of his companions arrived. Wangui, a lemur, glanced at the mare, almost indifferently before bowing briefly to Taliesyn.

As the lemur bounded to his back, half using his mane to climb the rest of the way to his withers, Taliesyn cast a tilt-headed glance to the sky, spotting the circling form before turning back to Kamilah. “This is Wangui, one of my companions. Isolde is my other, but she’s in the sky, scouting at the moment. Wangui, this is Kamilah.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think