Adrian was ready to leave Aelfmenn, having spent three days there. The proceedings were taking too long for his tastes, and he felt physically drained. There was just too little time to celebrate the Memorial of the Ancients and arrange meetings for himself and father for a later date. Too many elf nobleman had insisted on his presence being there for the next conference between Wolfgang and the elf nobles. Adrian knew that his father wouldn't be too happy about this but nothing could change the older elf's minds. He would be leaving in another four days and he wasn't sure how well he would be able to keep up his confident facade. He made sure that this day was free for him to explore and he had spent much of his time in the city. It was interesting but looking at so many buildings had started to become dull for him.

A thought had struck him and in the moment he had thought it was a brilliant idea. He had headed out to the forest and that was where he was now. Now he was sitting on a rock, contemplating his next course of action. His stomach rumbled hungrily but he was all alone, with no one expecting him any time soon. If he were to stretch out his beast form it wouldn't do any harm. No one in this city knew about his...extra form and no one would. Wild horses weren't very uncommon anyway. He slowly began to remove his sword and belt, before quickly discarding his clothes. He was bare and naked to the world as he slipped his clothes in bush. He left his belt hanging on a rock so that he could find his clothes once he returned to this spot. His cheeks were tainted pink despite the fact he was alone in the forest.

He kneeled on the ground, closing his eyes as the transformation seized his limbs. It wasn't exactly painful but it was an uncomfortable and slow experience. He knew from his reading that the transformation got faster the more it was practiced but Adrian knew that he didn't have the time or the confidence to transform when he was near his father. He reopened his eyes and assessed the differences in his vision. He knew that he had lost the ability to see reds and oranges but in this form, it didn't feel odd just like to was natural. Adrian rose to a stand, his tail flicking behind him, belying his anxiousness. His hearing wasn't much better but he was able to swivel his ears towards things, being able to accurately locate the softly tweeting birds and hear the stream that wasn't too far away.

He let out a snort of breath and lowered his head, stepping towards the tall grass nearby. His body was still tense with anticipation, of what he was uncertain of but he knew that he needed to be alert. Soon, his hunger took him out of where he had originally transformed and instead he was in a more open clearing. It was obvious that he was still feeling discomforted so he picked up into a trot and then to a gallop, leaping over rocks and logs in his haste. He kept this up for only a short amount of time before he felt his nervous energy dissipate. He turned around and trekked back, kicking his heels up as he trotted back. Adrian snorted again, this time he was slightly out of breath. He wasn't the most fit person, or horse, that he knew but he was unused to four limbs and being so uncoordinated.

He returned to somewhere that looked familiar and he bent down to eat some more grass. His tail swished behind him, batting away some flies and he took slow steps forward to obtain the nicest grass he could reach. The sound of hooves alerted him to the arrival of another horse and his head lurched up. Before he even saw the other horse, his ears pricked forward and his nostrils widened. The view of the stallion didn't calm him at all as he knew how some other male horses could react to his presence. He stood still, assessing the other with a nervous eye. He didn't want to cause any fight and would most likely flee if the stallion was aggressive.

Adrian was uncannily still as the other horse stood on the ridge above him. His muzzle was tight and pinched but his nostrils had stopped quivering. The other stallion was quite a beauty, with long muscular legs and interesting colours that immediately reminded him of the horses back at home. His father owned a horse quite similar, except she was a mare. He hadn't expected to be disturbed by another horse, knowing that it was uncommon to see them freely wandering around Aelfmenn. His tail was now still, pressed against his hindquarters in a display that he knew signified fear and uncertainty. He knew from experience that other stallions were more receptive to his presence if he was submissive to them. Sometimes he liked the compare the similarities in the herd structure to the men that his father worked with, and this was something that was true to humans and to horses. If you weren't seen as a threat to the heirachy, you were less likely to be attacked.

He watched with cautious eyes as the other stallion tried to get over the small ledge. He noted that the grey horse seemed to have no hint of aggressiveness. There were no pinned ears or wide eyes, just plain old curiousity. Adrian stayed in place, shifting his weight forward as his face lost it's tense expression. His tail was still clamped but he was now a little less nervous as the horse got over the ridge. He was surprised by the submissive pose that the other stallion assumed and his mind raced with what to do. It had seemed like too long since he had communicated with another horse and he had never been on the receiving end of such a calm greeting. His tail began to swish in a barely noticable movement as he stepped forward into the other stallion's personal space. His ears were pricked but they no longer conveyed fear but interest and curiousity.

He sniffed at the stallion's nose and face, unsure of what he could smell. It reminded him of the stables where Adrian's own mare resided and he quietly wondered if this was an escapee stallion. It would make sense, especially with the direction that the other had come from. Adrian blew on the other horses muzzle, indicating his willingness for friendliness. Maybe if he befriended the horse he could later transform and recapture the horse? It was unlikely that it would be possible, but it was enough reasoning to convince Adrian to stay a little longer and spend some time with another horse that seemed to be affable.