"Let us then." He said, trying to hid he nervousness as he followed behind her very bushy tail.
"I get could get use to this chair." He snuggled into the chair as he turned upside down and seem to be almost cat-like as he just sort spread out and retracted around the chair till he got to position he designed as comfortable. He stopped as she started speaking once more. His eyes was were half closed, but it was clear was paying you undivided attention to every word you said.
"Well I suppose a brief summary of myself should be expected, I also have my records if you wish to look them over. Also I brought these." He pulled out a stack of papers of every kind from expense parchment to napkins written on them of things people had written about him. "I normally use these letters when I apply for jobs, but I didn't know what a therapist needs. Anyway on to myself."
Stormy wore a grin a he touched his chest. "I was born in New Saddle, if you don't know where that is don't feel bad. It's almost more train yard then a town. Every train in Equestria leads there though. It's one of those places you don't stop at because you on you way to Canterlot of Manehatten for vacation. I'm 42 years old and I have been a traveling Storyteller for Marjory most of my life. Though I have done many other thing over then that. Odd jobs and such." Stormy deep laugh lines, suggesting he had smiled most of his face, another thing about him was his eyes. They were a blue, with flakes of gold that made him look hazel-ish in the right light.
"I came here today to try and sort out a few things I don't think I can fix myself." Stormy tone had strange pitch to it as he stopped talking and folded his hooves in front of him.