The silhouette of an ebony frame lurked about the canyon walls, his solid hooves creating a rhythemic beat against the grassy ground. His auds twisted and flicked in an alert manner, not only listening to his own soothing beat but also those of the life around him. Forest on one side, rocky walls on the other, and a wide grassy pathway on either end. If he ran into danger he'de probably be in trouble, but that's what he was listening for. That and other beings. His kept his dark eyes open for any signs of other equines, particularly mares, as he continued along on his trek.

Eying the ledges next to him, he noticed an opening in the rock. He turned and headed down it, his hooves now making even clip-clop noises against the new hard flooring beneath. His long silky banner streamed behind him as he checked the place out. Nothing he'de really seen up close before, but he felt good here. Something about this place felt protected and safe. Maybe it was just him.

Now he made his way across a rocky ledge, watching out and being careful not to come too close to the edge or slip. That was the last thing he needed; to be a bloody puddle on the sharp bottom boulders. As long as the ledge he was traveling on kept going, despite his newly-found personal disliking of heights, he would continue onward. He felt the need to find someone; anyone to interact with. How could he here, though? Now that was a question he couldn't answer even for himself.

Her platinum nares snuffed in the dusty scent of the canyons. Shaking her tassels Malibu trotted up a ledgy area with confidence. Though down inside, for once she was actually sort of scared. Sort of. But not overly, this was exciting. This is exciting! She began to tell herself over and over again. Malibu's slim,dappled multi-platinu painted pelt gleamed in the warm sun. Swishing her silver banner side to side, contently she was following a similar path that Galliant had. Her audits gave her a slightly spunky look, pricked up happily apon her elegantly designed dreambox. She geared into a slower walk, her strides were happy and long. Her nape arched just slightly, her dome held low. Snuffing in a new smell, a horsey smell. She stopped, ahead of her was a largebred steed, tall and extrodinarily black. Her audits swiveled atop her crown. "Hello?"

He would have never really expected it, being so high up, but he thought he could smell a new scent. Of course it was a new scent, but this one smelled like horse. He felt a tingling shock go through him as he stopped quite abruptly, wanting to figure out where this was coming from. It was then he could hear the oncoming sounds of hoofbeats, not too far off. Was someone following him?
Turning around, his auds pricked as he caught the voice. He gave a light snort, feeling a bit of happiness suddenly trickle through him. He wouldn't have really expected someone else to be following the same path as him. He'de better believe it, because it was true.

He didn't waste a moment replying to her. "Hello," he greeted, with a bob of his head as he also paws lightly at the ground. His elegantly-sculptured head then lifted to look her over. She was a smaller horse, something he didn't see that often. Heck, she wasn't even a horse. Must be a pony... he thought to himself as a smile suddenly slithered across his horsey maw. "I am Galliant," he then introduced himself, bending his front end down and stretching his same fore leg out in an elegant bow. Then he lifted up and stood tall. "And you?" he inquired, black forelock falling between his auds and drifting across his face.

Petite Malibu bobbed her head a few times. Her slightly wide eyes studied the brute curriously. Bobbing once more, with excitment she replied softly. "I'm Malibu, Galliant." Her words were soft, but a little tombyish sounding. Yes, she sure was short. she was a measly 4 hands something. Just because she was part TB didn't really mean anything. She just looked Welsh. Very Welsh. She was slightly thinned and more lean than most Welshies, but could pass as a pure Welshie, probably. Her dark colored voids glanced away, raising her plush to the air. Snuffing in more of that rocky smell. A grin was spreading, soon enough she had a nice smile apon her grey kissers. "Its very...Interesting up here, don't you think?" She said, hoping to strike conversation with the large bronc. He was very large. Almost intimidating, but not for Malibu.

The large ebony steed watched her curiously, smiling all the while. She was different in some way, some way he couldn't be sure about. She didn't have that normal stocky look that many short ponies had. She was lean and slim which almost made him question his own thoughts.

Nodding his head, he turned his eyes to the valley below. They were still standing on the ledge. He shivered silently at the sight, though he was fine being a couple yards away from the edge. An edge that could lead to anyone's sudden death. He preferred not to think of that, though, and for good reason. "I must agree with you, but as interesting as it is, it's also quite dangerous," he replied with a raised brow, looking back to her now. He didn't want to sound like her mother. He wondered what she'de say to this; wondered if she held that same disliking of heights. He had never realized it till now, that he didn't like being so high up and having such an easy oppertunity to slip. What happy thoughts, and then what an exaggeration on words.

Trying to keep herself or shaking her mane again; something she did much to often - Malibu streached her neck out, giving a relaxed snort. "The best things in life have ricks...Or something like that." At the beginning or her phrase she had sounded very know-it-all, but she was faking it. In the end, she chuckled light heartidly with a blissfull smile. Shaking her silvery white mane she pawed at the rocky,dusty,red toned ground. It was rough and was very noisy to walk on. "It is dangerous; but you have to love it." She nodded matter-of-factly. Her silver tassels flopping over her dark brown orabs. Her banner raised slightly, curiously looking over the valley with a steady gaze. It was actually quite pretty, but dangerous, but pretty...But dangerous. Hopefully she made a good impression, not a split personality\thought impression.

Galliant observed her every motion, silently thinking over the peculiar tone of her voice when she started speaking. So she may seem to have a couple different sides, but he simply mentally shrugged it off. As long as it didn't bother him, he didn't care much, and it wasn't bothering him at the moment.

Taking in a deep breath as he shot the ledge a quick glance, he looked to her and gave his head the slightest of tilts. "Indeed, I guess." he replied lightly, swishing his banner as though trying to keep his mind off of something. Then he straightened his head. "The dangerous things can still be beautiful," he then stated in an almost declaring voice, but then ended with a chuckle. He felt as though he could turn this around, like into a game. Strange, but different and something to keep his mind off the heights.

Up there, all the way up there. the flies had found poor Malibu. Not only Malibu, but Malibu's legs. She nipped at her front appendages, snapping agressively at the bloody little vamps that had swarmed her. Her tassels had fallen over her left optic, giving her some shade from the bright sun.
"Dangerous, yet beautiful usually means mostly dangerous, and dvishly beautiful." Stated the platinum toned mare. Thinking of what he said, a game. A game of quotes, perhaps? Special sayings? She liked it. But was unsure of what to say. Catching his drift, her mind saught into dreamland - a thinking place.
"Do you like to flirt with danger?" She said, with a soft grin. Her banner snapped behind her in a layed-back stance. Him, coming up here. And seeming to not like the heights, but stayed anyway. He was flirting with danger; so it seemed.

The ebony stallion watched as the mare began nipping at her own legs. From where he was standing, he could easily make out the little buzzing black dots as they zoomed through the air, obviously making a chew toy-meal out of her. He snorted, and then gave his neck a shake, flipping his thick mane from one side to the other. Now it felt like the annoying little pests had found their way to him as well.
He stamping a fore hoof down powerfully onto the rocky ground as a fly unexpectedly landed on his shoulder, but quickly disappeared at the harsh motion. His sides heaved with a deep breath at that moment, actually wishing for some colder weather just so the flies would disappear for good. He chuckled inwardly to himself at that thought, enjoying it. A life without flies; how great.
"Oh? Well maybe I am," he answered her most unusual question. So she had seemingly gotten the gist of his earlier words. Oh well, it was indeed a game for two. He would have to think fast now for something to match. "I must be here for a reason." he added, a smirk finding it's way across his maw. "And what about you? I know you didn't follow me," he then shot back, all in good manner. His pelt shivered with flies and his muscles bunched with anticipation, eager to hear her own next words.

A small snort of her own was given. Pawing lightly at the ground. "A thrill." she replied simply. Her banner being snapped a few times in a fiesty manner, which if you'd just come apon her she'd looked like a little spice ball. Her gleaming brown eyes studied the brute, tilting her head over to one side. Not sure what to except for an answer, or one at all.

Galliant heaved a deep sigh and continued to watch her, wondering what exactly she meant by 'a thrill'. Sure, it was thrilling, but it gave him the shivers. It wasn't that he was fearful of coming up here, it was the whole fact of being fearful of the fall.
He gave his thick black mane a shake as a few more flies attacked him, and then an idea came to mind. The main reason he had come here. Clearing his throat with a deep rumble, he parted his horsey lips to speak, "Thrilling, so do you have a home? Live in a territory, I mean?" he asked, a bit forward with the question maybe, but otherwise not noticing. He had come looking for mares for his new land, and though he hated to go back alone, he didn't want himself to seem desperate, for that was the farthest from what he was.

Her small siver dipped audits began to swivel, maybe at the sound of other animals, birds or something. Probably not important. "No territory, no home. I just roam." She chuckled at her own little rhyme. What a silly thing to do. Her banner snapped, strking her haunches. Making a slight snap-smacking sound. Her mocha orab looked over the ledgy area again, studying the valley once more. Raising her plush again, she wished it'd rain. Malibu might be named for the sunshine and warm days, but she liked it cold and wet, rainy was best. But that was just her, so close to asking him what kind of weather he enjoyed; she'd postpone it.

Galliant didn't pay much attention to her actions, but more so her what words would come from his question. While deep down he hoped she was free, he still didn't want it to seem he was just out to collect mares. No, he wanted to get to know those he came across, be more than just their 'leader', but like a companion perhaps.
He felt his almost heart skip a beat at her words. So funny they sounded to his ears at the moment that he couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly stifled it just as soon. Instead, only the warm smile was on his maw. "Well then, Malibu, I'de like to invite you to my land, the Parnassian Meadows," he stated, nodding his elegant head. "It's a very beautiful and unique place." he then added, though didn't intend for it to go towards her making a decision. He had a feeling she'de accept, but didn't want to risk his feelings.

Dreambox titled off to one side, something she did quite alot. But she was sure he had his little 'things' he did too, everyone did...Right? "I'm honored to be invited to stay on youe territory." How weird did that sound. So weird, a little not-like-her. But it was said, she couldn;t go back and edit it with out being a dork. Shaking her tassels, her caring eyes watched him. "I'm sure it is fabulous." Malibu stated again, a soft grin crossed her plush.

Galliant let a wide grin spread openly across his maw as he once more gave a nod. Another mare, and friend of course. Still holding that charming smile, he went to trot easily past her. "Let's go, then! It's not too far, I'm sure," he stated, and then started off at a quick lope, headed for the territory.