They were onto him, but would he crack under the pressure? This conversation would be a real test to his motives, his desires, and his mental strength. He might feel prepared to talk to Mariael after this among other things to come.
His eyes quickly shifted between the mares. He felt cornered and his insides were screaming to react. Somehow, he managed to calm himself and with the clearing of his throat, he straightened himself upright to look more like the King he was. He was no longer comfortable and he couldn't hide that. If he tried these mares would defiantly know something was up. As soon as the darker mare spoke, his fears were answered. He felt mocked and he got the vibe these two believed together they could over power him. It took everything for him to stay calm. It took everything to hide the inner beast.
"I have also heard the Inlet can't seem to hold its leaders, but I am a former King returned. I don't plan on leaving again now that I am sure it is home." He muscled out his words inbetween Nova's, unsure if they got muffled out or not. His eyes were stuck to her as she now asked of Sabela and he thought of what he might say. He didn't wish to indulge too much into his sister. "My sister is kind, but she never leaves home. We lost our mother when she was very young so I've been all shes had since. I was hoping to build a herd to raise her confidence of the horses outside our borders." Maybe a story like that will change their minds about him.
Shortly after speaking the darker mare revealed her name and that the smaller mare was spoken for. The perlino soon piped up, seemingly on his side, and introduced herself. Warsaw did not believe Petal, but there was something he was curious about. Were these mares under stallion rule or a mares? His eyes shift to Petal when she spoke and he nods his head to her as she mentions the luck of his sister. "Thank you for saying so." Those words had never been said to him before, but if she knew the truth she would not even remotely comment he was a decent brother. He would be called much worse.
His eyes went back to shifting between the two mares as he introduced himself. "I am called Warsaw. It is nice to meet both of you and I wont keep you two much longer since you have a home to get to, but I do have a question. Your home, is it stallion run or mare?" He would leave these two alone, at least for now, but he would remember the outspoken words of Vita Nova. He was usually attracted to her type, but this time he just wanted to squash her like a bug. Break that confidence like he had tried on Morrigan. If he would have stayed around he would of had that ebony fresian bowing to him and screaming his name.