It became clear rather quickly that the painted stallion was not overly thrilled with Letavice's brash interruption. But the pretty spotted mare certainly didn't seem to mind. Something about the way she looked at him made him smile without control. He couldn't wipe the smirk from his lips even if he tried.
He watched coolly as the stallion named Yngvar trudged off in a defeated way. "Welp." Letavice said with the flick of his white tail over his haunches, and he craned his neck to look back at Lace. If a horse could shrug his shoulders, Letavice would certainly try to do so now. "I guess it's just us then." He said with a short laugh.
But in all honesty, the young stallion didn't know what to do, or to say, next. "So have you seen much of the Crossing? I hear there are some pretty cool waterfalls around here somewhere." He offers, letting his gaze sweep out across the meadow. He was nervous, and talking felt like his only outlet.