As Shiraz joins them once again, he suckles for only a few moments before he is on his way back to the bush...Whatever the colt had found in the bushes, he had found plenty of entertainment in. Macabre pulls his attention back to her, her questions, beckoning to know more about his past. Flicking dark tipped ears to and fro, he considers her questions. "I was not with my brothers long before I decided it was time to strike out on my own. I left them early in the morning and followed wherever my soul led me." Pausing, he continues. "The sea called to me, I have always had a fascination for the power that the sea offers. I leapt into the sea and swam as far as I possibly could, luckily the current pulled me here. It seems as if those who are searching to be lost, find themselves here."

Dark eyes fall upon the delicate features of Macabre's face, he was curious if she knew of the beauty that she held? He had seen many chestnuts before, but it was the petite features, along with her sweet expressions that set her apart. Yearning to be near to her, but is unsure of the boundaries that he would be crossing. He felt that it was best to give her space, until she was ready and comfortable with his presence.

"It seems to me... that we are meant to be here at this particular moment in time... Do you believe in fate m'dear Macabre?"