Hollowshank was not as bold as the other foals yet. Being the youngest and somewhat forgetful by nature, she hadn't done much exploring away from her mother (other that the odd time where Nemain would drag her off on some short lived adventure). She wasn't sure if she was missing out or not, all she knew was she enjoyed the company of others. Being alone confused and scared her deeply so any lone adventures were out of the question.

Her blue eyes flicked up at the sound of her name being called and soon rested on the form of her father approaching. She remembered him well enough, seeing him patrolling most days. The foal at his side looked familiar, more than just from having been seen from afar., but she couldn't quite place him. Had spoken with him before, played with him perhaps? She wished Nemain were here to remind her who he was and whether they had spent much time together.

When her father asked what she was up to, she frowned, glancing back at her mother's grazing form before looking back at her sire. "I....um.....I haven't decided yet." she ended with confidence, and quickly shifted her attention to the black and white colt. Should she remember his name? Perhaps she should do something with him; he looked like he might know some fun games, ”Hello.” she replied shyly, hoping he didn't figure out that she barely remembered him.