Neon seems to be coming into her motherly rule. He saw less nervousness in the mare and a more protective posture standing next to her newborn foal. This pleased him because Neon would need to get stronger to keep little Neferyt safe from the dangers of the world. Warsaw's sole responsibility was to protect his foals and allow them to grow into adulthood so they could produce foals of their own to continue his bloodline. The actual rearing part was a mare's job. Warsaw has proven not to be so good at raising the young himself looking at the fragile mind of Solaris and the always angry Celestria. Then there was the always nervous Requiem. Hey, at least they were alive.

"She will be much stronger by then." He says to further calm any worries Neon has. He moves one of his legs growing stiff and it responds with a crack. "Go rejoin the herd and show our daughter around. It is time for me to go check our borders to ensure our safety. Excuse me." Warsaw was unusually polite in the meeting of his newborn daughter. He was usually like this when it came to first meeting his young, but if one of his mares did something wrong he wouldn't hesitate to let them know.

The stallion walks passed Neon and his filly and heads away from the herd. He walks hos rounds of the inlet, even checking the border between his land and Requiem's bay.