Acorn listened to what the mare said, grinning. "Fayte?" She tried the mare's name out on her tongue. "Faytefaytefaytefaytefaytefaytefaytefaytefaytefayte--"Acorn's chant was a low murmur, so that she could hear what Fayte was saying. She stopped when the chestnut mentioned a name. Bondurant? Is that the lead here? The fiery mare thought, wondering if she had heard the name before. Deciding that she hadn't, she grinned at Fayte. "Nope! I brought myself. Should I have come with Bondurant? Then again, I don't think Ivan would like that." She broke off, frowning. She didn't want to think about Ivan, not right now.

But it would be no fun to ruin Fayte's excitement. She tilted her her to the side again and smiled. "I'd like to meet this Bondurant fellow. Is he here right now?" Although there was no other horse in sight, Acorn was wondering if he was lurking. She swung her head around, peering at all the trees. The breeze wrapped around her, lifting up stands of her mane before dropping them. Satisfied, she looked back at Fayte, itching to hear her speak again.