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A sigh of relief leaves his lips when he wasn't met with a kick. The Friesian responds to his teeth by angling away from his grasp and turning eyes onto the form that just touched her. This was the response he expected when he claimed, but he has heard many stories of other things happened. Some mares went right into a rage, fighting their claimers and causing nasty wounds. Ironclad was not ready for that kind of backlash in yet he still takes his chances every time. So far he believes he has shown enough kindness to avoid such a reaction.

There was no way he could know all the thoughts crossing her mind at this very moment. His were so much simpler, basic to be exact. He was attracted by what he saw before him even when her height made her a giant. Ironclad did not think like a grown male just yet, but he did feel a certain pull to the mare he couldn't place. Something deep inside him was urging him closer, urging him to get on with the simple stuff and get to something more meaningful.

An odd crossed her features when he mentioned her wound. He didn't know what the look was, but his concern didn't seem to matter much. Ironclad fidgets as her voice filled the silence between them. A sudden tingling began his nether regions that made this meeting very uncomfortable. His ears flick back at the feeling as he sways from side to side to distract himself. The way she said her name - the way she insinuated he could call her whatever he liked, was something he never experienced before.

Someone like his father would be delighted for a mare like this back in his gathering days, but Ironclad thought much differently. "Nice to meet you Kvothe," he stretches out her name to make sure he was saying it right. Her name sounded foreign on his tongue. "Is that your true name? I would really like to call you the name you were born with. Or the name you prefer." Something told him she came from somewhere strange with customs unlike these islands.