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Hrm...Foleigh cocked his head to one side, a thoughtful, musing expression on his face. Really, what sort of story WOULD he like to hear? He didn't have a lot of experience to draw on, so he didn't really know what sort of stories there all even WERE! "Well...I remember liking adventure stories when I was a colt. You know, the sort where a brave hero goes venturing off into the great world and saves the day? I never wanted to go out and do those heroic things, but they were certainly exciting to listen to," he finished with a chuckle. "Though I trust you and..Damselfly, did you say your sister's name was? Well, I trust you guys to come up with an awesome story, no matter what the subject. I really don't know all what sorts I might like hearing, to be honest." The curse of a limited experience!

But even with his limited experience, he knew there was a valid argument in what Dragonfly was saying. How long had Foleigh been on this journey now, with Dragonfly the first friend he'd made? "Yeah...making friends isn't as easy as some people make it out to be!"

Truth be told, Foleigh was sadly uninformed when it came to princesses, beautiful or otherwise. His experiences with mares had been very limited; not only had he originally settled down the with the first mare he ever got friendly with, he’d had a very male-dominated upbringing. His mother had died when he was a young colt, and he’d had only brothers. There had been his cousin Liani, but their paths hadn’t crossed much as they’d aged; though they could easily have passed as twins when it came to their looks, there was nothing similar about their personalities! Liani had been unabashedly bored with the world; consequently, she was always on the move, always drifting along in pursuit of something to hold her attention. Foleigh, of course, had been a creature of habit, loving the familiar and the steady and, until now, never traveling at all.

Really, his daughter was the closest thing he knew to a princess, and even that was stretching it! No one would accuse Aleda of being fairy tale material any time soon…

Still, the prospect of hearing a new adventure story made Foleigh feel a sense of anticipation, one he hadn’t felt in who knows how long! Even if he didn’t know quite what Dragonfly meant with his talk of ‘stations.’ What, exactly, was a station? Still, his smile remained wide, and he was as polite as ever in his response. “I’m sure whatever you two come up with will be wonderful, and a pleasure to listen to. I only hope I’m able to remember it all, so I can tell it again later! Well, tell it as well as I can; I’ve never really been good at performing, or anything like that,” he added with a modest dip of his head. Though truth be told, he’d never tried to cultivate that skill: he was terrified of the very idea of being the center of attention! But perhaps his daughter would like to hear the story, or his sons, the next time he ran across either of them! Because who knew when this journey would be ending, as Dragonfly so astutely pointed out! Foleigh couldn’t help but chuckle; how true that comment was! “Yes…journeying is something easier said than done, as I’m finding out firsthand. But it also doesn't seem as terrible as I’d originally feared, so I shouldn't really complain.”

He knew that wouldn't stop some people, but it had never been his way to sweat the small stuff. Or sweat at all, really; even setting out on this journey had done little to truly ruffle his feathers. THAT had happened earlier, when Aleda had first pitched her extraordinary idea to him. Who knew the girl had such lofty aspirations for them as to see her father find a new lifemate?

“Do you or Damselfly have any children, Dragonfly, to help inspire your stories?” Perhaps this was an impertinent question; Foleigh didn’t have enough experience with strangers to know. But it was something that he suddenly found himself wondering; after all, stories and children seemed perfectly suited to one another!

There were some Soquili (or Usdia!) who might be upset at having their life's experiences laid out so baldly for the world to see. But Foleigh had always subscribed to the theory that only people who had done shameful things should be ashamed of themselves and their pasts; he had never done anything even remotely shameful, so what did he care if Dragonfly knew of his life? Considering how contented he'd been with his life before starting out on this grand adventure, it was hardly surprising he was willing to be so open with Dragonfly; the other stallion's warmth and friendliness only made Foleigh more eager to talk and share. So he'd never had much for excitement in his life before; big deal. He'd never been the type to desire excitement, and just because he was now living the life of a wandering listener didn't change that!

Which was why he doubted Dragonfly's words when the blue stallion said that 'how' he told a story was minimal. Foleigh was sure that Dragonfly knew what he was talking about; after all, the guy was a professional weaver of webs, teller of tales! Even just talking ABOUT telling a story, Dragonfly was animated and alive. He made one want to sit and listen; Foleigh was sure that he'd enjoy listening to a weather prediction, if Dragonfly was the one doing the telling.

Still, he was willing to try, so he gave Dragonfly a bright nod. "Well, I'll at least listen and learn the important parts as well as I can from you, Dragonfly. Maybe I'll practice telling it to myself for a while before I try it out in front of an audience. I'm sure that it'll get easier after I've run through the story a few times...maybe after hearing YOU run through the story a few times," he said with a soft chuckle. "You and your sister are the experts, after all. It would be enough for me to share your words, never mind thinking of making up my own." He just didn't have that much of an imagination, plain and simple.

But he WAS surprised to hear that neither Dragonfly or Damselfly were parents. They just seemed like the sort that would be so good with children; at the very least, Dragonfly seemed like that type, and Damselfly SOUNDED like that type. Perhaps they had spent time around other non-related children and that had helped them get to the level of...comfort that they now displayed. "I'm sure that when you guys each reach that point, you'll be wonderful parents. Children are a real blessing, in my experience." And he had gone into the whole 'fatherhood' thing with a much smaller skill set than Dragonfly! "I was no storyteller, obviously, so I don't know how much help they'd be to your craft...but maybe their antics would provide you with a little more info for your stories. My boys were certainly a handful when they were small," he chuckled as he remembered, "But my little Aleda was a much more laid-back sort. As far as I know, she tended to behave herself!"