Out of all the lessons Sicily taught the young boy you'd think he'd take heed to her warnings of not talking to strangers. His ears had picked up on the sound of the other horse, his head now rising to watch the stallion come nearer to his resting spot. Upon closer inspection the other male had the same gold hue Fiero had, and he wondered if there was any kinship between them. His pondering was cut short though at the stranger's voice, and he began to rise on trembling limbs.

"sì", he manages to say after standing there for a full minute. His mother's language only really came out when he was nervous or if she were present. It was their secret language, something not a lot of horses knew, and it finally dawned on the boy that this stallion probably didn't understand him.

"I mean yes," he quickly corrects, feeling the warmth in his cheeks from his embarrassing slip up. He casts a long look around, not sensing anyone else before looking back to the stranger. "or maybe no?" he shakes his head, almost knocking himself off balance before he caught himself. He felt weak and tired. "I don't really know mister."

He's never really been on his before so this was too new and there was still much to learn. Fiero knew what he had to do, and maybe this horse could help. Taking a few shaky steps forwards, he stretches his nose out to take in a small breath, the familiar smell of the lagoon washing over him and calming him a little.

"You wouldn't happen to know the lagoon king would you?" he feared the man's answer, yet asked the question anyway. If he finds his father first then that will lead him in his mother's direction. A small flicker of hope swelled up in his chest.