Heart of the Land The chestnut steed trots up to you, dark orbs kind and gentle, yet firey at the same time. He snorts softly, and smiles. "I am glad you have decided to stay. This is where you join the herd." With a toss of his head he turned, trotting off toward the horizon, his chestnut pelt blending in the with the sun as he moved farther away, leaving you to introduce yourself...