It would have been a lie if Kesla, as he caught up with the stallion and compelled him to turn around, did not believe that his presence must be rather irritating. If he had the slightest feeling like was about to have his arse kicked he probably would have hightailed it of there. But here the other stallion only seemed annoyed, as if his presence were trivial and common, and not a threat. Kesla flicked his ears back and forth. Perhaps trying to communicate something. Something phenomenal! Nope, no it was just an insect gnawing at his head.
“Kesla Henlika,” he replied drying, running his gaze up and down the stranger. A stallion with no herd and land, or just a stallion? He was bigger than Kesla, quite significantly compared to his own scrawny build, and where battle was considered. He dug his hoof into the ground with no intention to be just driven away. Small talk would do him. “Your land, is it? It’s very, pretty.”

Yup, he certainly was not chip and pleased with Kesla being around. He shook his head and dug into the sand some more. He opened his ears, if light were sound it would have deafened all around reflecting off of his body. Again he looked the stranger up and down again. The manner in which he spoke was so drawn out that the first though that slithered into Kesla’s mind was that he must be retarded. He must be slow. However this tone did not last when he continued, and so with a sigh of relief, and even disappointment, he only continued to listen, nodding now and then.

How his pitch had changed! It was stronger, as though it were the light reflecting instead. Kesla dropped his ear and placed them tightly to his head so fast he almost lost the last piece of All For You’s statement. Sidestepping to frolic about in the most annoying manner, the blond coloured beast smiled and skipped sideways again raising a great fountain of sand right in the King’s direction. He paused, glanced about, his eyes fixing on the ground, and jumped again. Then again. Stopping to face the ‘path of righteousness’ following freak. Which I say of course because I’m tired of saying’ the stallion’. Kesla prodded the little grains digging into his hooves gently then kicked at it as if in despair or frustration. He really just want to be a bit of a pain. Deciding then to reply, he quickly contemplated what had just been revealed to him.

It was true that he had heard of these strange sort of lifestyles, he assumed there must be a divide simply for All’s choice of words. Particularly ‘chosen’ and ‘path’. They drawled out in his head, beating as a drum beats. Kesla actually followed a similar path, in his own world, but not out of loyalty to any beast, he also assumed others were the same. But to clear all doubt, he finally made his decision, resolving to question this idea and deepen his knowledge of the region. Spirits only knew what nutter lived around here.

“Righteousness, huh? You can be king of a principle?” His question were sincere but his tone admittedly derisive. With any luck, this strange self-proclaimed king (maybe he had followers somewhere, maybe it was really a blood thing Kesla was just in the dark to) would be reasonable. He smiled.

If Kesla had actually been trying to calm the other down he would have been very proud, not just merely pleased. What had he been doing? He was not quite sure; being a bother, an annoyance. His grin widened. If anything this one sure spoke funny. “Not at all,” he followed with his own brown eyes, All’s movement realizing the time. Likely it were idiotic to be out in the open after nightfall, particularly since the temperature would surely drop. It was only spring after all. He intended, however, to finish this conversation. “But there’s a battle? I haven’t seen anyone around, but hard to believe.”

By now he had started to dig, still familiar images floating inside his head. He shook them off. Kesla figured if it were anything important he could pull it up when he had more relevant information. A bit of movement in the corner of his eye made the stallion flick his gaze back. He continued to face the horizon. All was looking him over. “Yes?”