The young colt nurses from the strange new mare, finding a sense of comfort and courage coursing through his veins with each gulp he took of the mare's warm milk. It was different, flavored no doubt by the lands which she came, but he found that after a mouthful or two he grew accustomed to it. A single ear flexes backwards as he listens halfheartedly to the conversation between father and the mare. From what he was quickly gathering, father knew her, that was reassuring at least.

A weary sigh escapes him as the young cream and white colt licks his lips and withdraws from beneath the mare's flank. Small fluff of a tail wags back and forth as a tired yawn slips past his lips. He sees his dad shake his thick neck and mimicks him, hoping that the movement might force away the sudden tiredness that is slowly getting the better of him. He hears unfamiliar names and reaches his lips up to nibble at Celestria's lower lip. "Momma Cestria.... who is Soais? An Warsaw?" he asks curiously, glancing up at his father affectionately before returning his gaze back to the pale mare. "Do you know where my mommy went? Will she be back?"