Approaching the mare and clamoring fluffy stallion with a quiet watchfulness, Strength executes a sweeping bow toward the Guardian.
"Ach, lass, if yeh arrnt a sight fer sore eyes... Mah name is Strength, and a right representation o' me it is. I've ben guarrdin' mah mountain alone fer many'a year now. Waitin' fer a lass like yerself, brave'n true, tah share mah heart'n mah home with." His deep blue gaze remains of her as he quietly readjusts his bagpipes.
"I cannae give yeh much bar mahself'n mah land, though I can offer mah songs should yeh like teh listen."
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So, mmm, yeah. Strength thinks she's beautiful, and if she's anything like her name, she's exactly what he's been looking for in a mare. XD He hasn't formed a song yet, so she'd be his first and his lead if she were interested. He's quite gallant and devoted, if a little less exuberant than most stallions... Thought I'd put him out there anyway, to see whether he strikes a chord with your girl. ^-^
Also, he's supposed to speak in a Scottish brogue (or the Samanayrs equivalent) but I sorta fail at typing accents. *headdesks*