Where Vraegar is the strong, protective leader, always dashing in head first, Fynrael is the softer, obverservant type. A balancing force. Fynrael's voice drifts gently, yet firm, speaking for caution, retreat or slowness when needed and at other times curiosity and learning. Like a soft, sweet breeze, Fynrael is the graceful patient one, always willing to listen and give everyone their chance to be heard.

“Vraegar, now is the time for rest. Please sit down and take a moment,” Fynrael said, watching him pace.

“But I -” Vraegar started to speak, only for Fynrael to speak over him.

“Rest. When you've calmed down we can work it out,” Fynrael insisted firmly.

Vraegar's ears twitched and he seemed about ready to snap, but instead he just huffed in annoyance and sat down in his spot, ignoring the other horse. Fynrael didn't mind, he was used to Vraegar's roughness, and satisfied that he wasn't going to do anything rash, Fynrael got comfortable as well. Sometimes the leader just needed to take a break to cool down and Fynrael didn't mind being the one to cop his attitude to make it happen.