A lot was going on for such a small boy, but Ironclad was handling it well for his age. He felt angry that Xiomara had to go, mad at his parents for different reasons. Still, he tried not to show it in front of them or do things to make his mother's troubles larger. The colt could see the pain on her body even as she tries to hide it. She didn't need any more trouble out of him and he didn't want to feel the wrath of the Queen mother who has risen above all her enemies.

Blue eyes catch sight of an unknown mare breaking the ocean surface as she travels towards the Inlet. He watches her with curiosity, but he doesn't approach at first. Ironclad stays hidden as she calls, admiring the striping on her red coat. He has never seen such a uniquely marked mare and he wonders if they were scars of battle. The red mare begins to go forward in search of someone and this is when he emerges from his hiding spot. The young dark colt bleat a whinny in his high pitch tones as little legs carry his closer.

"What brings you to the Inlet mam?" He asks with a rising of his proud head. The little boy does not bow to the lady but holds himself like he was a higher ranking. He walks with a sense of worth. "Ironclad de Warsaw is my name. I am the son of the Queen Vita Nova." His eyes quickly wander to the unique marks on her body. "Where are those marks on you from? A war, maybe?"