“I was actually born in the Bay,” he said with a lopsided grin. “My father’s name was Jareth; he was king there a long, long time ago.” Their family had been large, but so close-knit. Tarrant hadn’t seen any of his siblings faces in so long, he wondered what had become of them. Had they made new lives on the mainlands, far away from here? Moray, the older brother he’d looked up to and always trailed the heels of. What had ever become of Moray? Tarrant blinked the thought away, instead focusing on the filly at one of his sides and the colt at the other. The colt was given a sympathetic grin before his green eyes slid back to Stardust.

“Say, you don’t happen to have a sister named Harlequin, do you?” His curiosities got the better of him as his green eyes slid down to her face. Given that Stardust was here he figured Harlequin wouldn’t get in trouble for leaving the islands – little did Tarrant know that he had just met his second little adventurer who was off seeing the world without her father knowing. Yet again, however, Tarrant would only endorse that behavior. “I met her when I came back to the islands.” He explained, in case the filly was curious as to how he’d come to know Harlequin.

Just then, as Stardust went off to talk about the new sights she was seeing, a little voice at his side distracted him. Tarrant’s ear flicked and he glanced down at Sokka, smiling a sort of gentle, sympathetic smile. His voice was a matched whisper to the colts, his eyes darting every so often to Stardust to make certain she was still preoccupied. “Girls don’t like being called heavy, it implies they’re fat. Most girls do not like being called fat.” Tarrant smiled. “But you’ll learn in time, don’t worry about it.” He gave him a wink and turned back to look at Stardust. “So! What do you think of the place your dad was born at? Pretty cool, right?”