The young stallion was so enthralled with Lace - and her close proximity - that he barely heard her question at all. His white ears flicked forward and back, and sport span of silence lingered between them as he tried to decipher her words. He was too busy looking into her clear blue eyes, and listening to the constant stammering of his heart in his ears to pay much attention to anything else. But he snapped out of it, his head coming high above his withers as he tried to focus. "You're right." He concluded with the flick of his ghostly white tail. "That makes a lot of sense."
With Yngvar gone, the pressure was on. It was up to him to be interesting enough to keep Lace's attention. He felt the pressure now as her stare lingered on him. She was still standing so close, close enough for him to feel the heat of her sharp exhales against his chest. It was ... so distracting. How did Ironclad do it with such confidence?
Letavice was curious though, as the pretty spotted mare revealed more details about herself and where she came from. All he knew were the islands. It was hard to imagine a world much bigger them them. "Oh really?" He asked, generally interested. "Where did you come from, if you don't mind me asking? He was never one to forget his manners. Vita Nova just loved that about him, and maybe Lace would too... or so he could hope. "I was born here. Which is pretty boring, I know..."
When Lace offers up the idea to explore the Falls, Letavice remembers his original intent of coming here. He just revealed that he had lived here his whole life, but also had no idea where the Falls were. His jaws clenched as he let his blue-eyed gaze look one way and then the next. "You're right. The Meadow. Pffft" He said in an exaggerated fashion while tossing his head. He then reached out with his soft muzzle, rather brazen of him as a matter of fact to touch the mare's shoulder. "I think they're this way!" He called out, while loping lazily out toward the west end of the island.