The grullo filly wags her small tail of fluff as her older sister grooms her. She smiles with adoration at the larger filly, knowing instantly she was related. Her eyes didn't go to the grey stallion talking to their mother until Neferyt had wandered over to greet him. The grullo filly watches the stallion with interest but frequently takes in the looks of both her mother and older sister. She was trying to judge if this stallion was safe, but before she could get a clear reading of him he utters a name. She looks at him blinking her eyes before he calls her.

After Neon agrees to the name Claymore, Warsaw nickers to his young to come closer. "Come little Claymore." He says softly to the filly. Claymore takes slow steps towards him with her nose in the air. Once she got close enough, the two horses exchange scent just like Claymore had seen her sister do with the stallion. "You are Claymore de Warsaw. My daughter." He says with a smile before lowering his muzzle to bump the filly's neck. Claymore squeals and high tails it back to Neon where she hides underneath her mother. Warsaw chuckles. "Timid one isn't she?" He asks Neon with a laugh. It was funny to see a child of his without the confidence to greet strangers. Most of them seemed more confident than this filly was.