Common

His small shoulder heave with labored breaths from his chase to catch her before anyone else did. The mare turns to face him better and he tries to collect himself, to look more of a stallion instead of a boy. Being seen as a boy seems to begin most of his troubles...

Her grin was a breath of fresh air. The young stallion relaxes as she begins to name off words as she guessed what this place was. His head just nods at each word she says like he was agreeing to every description she gave the Commons. I mean she was right in a way so he doesn't correct her. Silence passes between them now as his eyes, lit with excitement, stares at her beauty. It was nice to have a pretty distraction from his troubles. Maybe this is how lead stallions always have so many foals from different mares. He was about to ask if he could lead her home when she asks her first question of him. His head nods again.

"Yes, actually. You see the land your standing on right now is called the commons by the locals. It is a place newcomers usually first wash up so many lead stallions come here to claim mares for their growing herds which means you are now apart of mine." His smile of youth beams at the pale woman. "My name is Ironclad de Warsaw, a Monarch prince of Tinuvel. Tinuvel is the island I am to inherit, but the Inlet is what your new home is called and where we will be living." Was this too much information on the first meeting? Was he going through the motions too quickly?

"Are you too tired from your swim or are you ready to journey home? Tinuvel is a bit of a swim from here." His head tilts to the side slightly as he asks this. He did not know how accustumed she was to swimming in the ocean or if her journey to the islands has been tiring.