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Spring seemed to have begun taking over the lands. And with spring, Antinanco would begin to venture out from the grove of trees that his family tended to sequester themselves into during the winter times. With each passing day he wandered farther and farther away, though not entirely too far for now. The nights were still cold and he would much prefer to have several bodies to sleep near than to be on his own.

Those warm nights alone would come soon enough though.

He had begun his walk along a well beaten path that he often took. When not taking other paths. For some reason this path just seemed right for the day. Call it an inkling, or perhaps just an itch in his flank but something was drawing his hooves this way.

It wasn't until the sight of the mare coming in his direction that a small smirk curled the corner of his mouth. Bright green eyes glancing up towards the tree tops as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Ah, spirits. They sure loved to play with him lately. The stallion stopped on the path, moving to one side so that the mare could pass as she pleased. "Excuse me."

Antinanco smiled at the mare. She seemed to have been caught up in her own thoughts that he had gotten the drop on her just a bit. The stallion couldn't help but chuckle to himself. She reminded him of his grandam. Her mind always somewhere else when his grandsire wasn't about.

He gave a shake of his head in reassurance. "No it's quite alright, apology not necessary." The stallion flashed her a charming smile as he moved back on to the path a bit so he wasn't standing in the bushes. "Hello to you as well. Are you enjoying the day so far?"

An ear twisted before he turned his gaze towards the sky through the trees. A few birds flit through the cloudy blue. His eyes dropped back to her, the rest of his head quickly following suit. It wasn't a concept she spoke of that he hadn't thought of himself sometimes. Flying birds. Freedom. But while still moderately young, he still had had enough time to be grateful for what freedoms here on the ground he had. "Jealous? If anything they should be jealous of you here on the ground."

With a slight bow of he head, the shell necklace around his neck tapped against his chest. "Berry, an appropriate name for a lady of your color." He gave a slight flick of his curly tail. "A pleasure, Lady Berry. I am Antinanco."

"Ah, yes. But they miss out on Mother Earth's warmth for Wind Brother's cool breezes. The only thing that can limit you is yourself. Not the lack of wings or any other appendage. They may reach far off destinations quicker, but on the ground you can truly enjoy the journey." His ears moved back and forth thoughtfully.

With a nod of his head, he grinned wide. "Of course, I was raised here. Although I could say I know many trails very well. Have you traveled a lot?"

"Ah I see." Antinanco had a wander lust himself, but he always came back to this area. It where his family was and his grandamn would give him an earful if he didn't pop in every now and again, Not that he had no reason to, he loved his family and while he wished to roam his heart always drew him back.

"That's fine, I would enjoy the company." As he began to walk the trail once more he took a few seconds to figure out his next reply. It was never easy to explain things such as this, especially when it was something so deeply rooted in his families beliefs. "Oh yes, there are many great spirits. Mother Earth is the foundation of all life. She tends the fields of grass so that we may have things to eat and makes the trees grow so that we have shelter. But when she is angry she shakes and howls to show her displeasure."

"Its always interesting to hear the different stories of the world from those of other herds. To see how time and opinion has shaped similarities. Of course, then there are those from other lands with their own tails. Those are truly fascinating." While he didn't have a lot of experience with those of other lands, Antinanco was always eager to hear their tails. How their beliefs were or how after coming to the Kawani lands their beliefs had shifted and evolved.

Of course, the stallion also couldn't pass up a good story. He liked stories.

"I have a feeling your stories of him would differ a bit from my own." Chuckling, he gave a light toss of his curly mane in amusement. "But I'd be interested in hearing some of your own tails."

The stallion admired her circlet, it was very lovely. And it seemed pretty special to Berry. It was nice to have special things.

He wrinkled her nose at the story though. Chuckling deep in his throat as he gave his head a small shake. "That doesn't sound very nice. I'm sure they wouldn't like it if someone took something of theirs and almost didn't give it back." Antinanco squinted slightly at the breeze that rustled the leaves over head.