For once, Zevach didn't say a thing. Words were useless for someone who didn't wish to listen to them, perhaps dreams could be foolish notions for some; yet in all his gruffness and arrogance; he'd never give his up. That would lead to a boring and hopeless life; and well Zevach had better things to do.
Once the stream was in reach the stallion walked right in, submerging himself in the chilly depths. Already he could feel the mud and dirt lift off his pelt and drift off in the current. Poking his head back out of the surface; he grinned to Isis and cocked his head to the side. "The water's fine, c'mon in!"
