The pale boy gave a weak, sympathetic smile at the other colt’s attempts to say his name. He was used to have others fumble over it or butcher it completely on several occasions. He gave a friendly chuckle as the boy gave up and used the same nickname his mother favoured. ”Yeah, that is fine. Everyone needs to shorten it." he laughed, only a little embarrassed but not letting it show. ”I am from the forest on Luthien. Have you always lived here?"

The smoky boy’s good ear swivelled as he too, listened to what his mother, a somewhat familiar buckskin and the two unknown stallions, were saying. Léon heard his mother speaking of Joukahainen staying, which was not new to him but was news to the roan. ”Seems like it." He smiled sheepishly, his tail twitching nervously. There was a lot of change; a lot to take in. He peeked cautiously at the adults as Léon offered to show him around, checking that they wouldn’t disapprove.

Somewhat content that it was okay to leave, the boy follows after the roan. He matched the other boys pace, keeping him on his left side so that his useless green tinged eye stared uselessly into the distance. ”What do you do here?” he wondered aloud, still unsure of what was expected of him. ”And what’s a weasel?” he added as an afterthought.

XY . Smoky Cream Sabino . Ee/aa/CrCr/nSb. Mutt . 16.0hh
Lyden X Jörmungandr