His call was answered. Disappointment drew on his face, but he knew he could not have everything. Tinuvel was already a home he could explore as he liked. He could keep as many mares by his side as he wanted though he had none to call his own. The effort has not been put in. The young stallion was too busy feeling sorry for himself. How could he confidently woo a mare with that kind of outlook? Blue eyes turn towards the pale mare as she shows herself. A uniquely strange woman in a strange lane. Perhaps the bright colors of the jungle were not truly for him.

These colors would wash out this handsome coat of his. A proud head nods to the young maiden when she greets him. “Late it would seem,” he chuckles. He could not say he was mad at the gal for beating him to the abandoned jungle. The stallion adjusts himself before explaining more. ”I thought this place was empty, my bad.” A charming smile slides across his lips. ”I wouldn’t dare take it from someone so fair,” he coos. ”I am Nicodemus de Solomon, highest ranking Prince of Tinuvel.” That may not be true, but it was according to birth right. It was the ranking owed to him as his mother reigned Sovereign Queen on the day of his birth.

”If you ever find yourself needing something come find me darling.” He gives her a wink before turning himself back the way he came. Nico takes a few steps forward, stopping only to look back for a moment. ”You can find me in the Cove.” One last grin before his head turns forward. Legs then carry him back to the sea to head home.