Ears stand in attention at his son's call and his eyes find the white colt coming towards him. It was funny to see the drastic change in his sons. Letavice was born as black as a starless sky while Ironclad was born the color of a cloud. The boys have now swapped colors and Letavice was a walking storm cloud. Warsaw allows a smile to spread over his lips oncce his son draws closer. "How have you been son? He begins the conversation with simple pleasantries. He hopes to relax his young son enough to get to the bottom of his thoughts and wishes for the future.

"I have spent a lot of time with your brother lately, but now it is time for me to get to know the stallion you are becoming. Tell me, Letavice, what would you like to see in your future?" It was a big question for someone his age, but one he needed to think about. He steps away from the tree and takes the full weight of his body on his limbs. Aging was a weird thing especially after exerting yourself for so many years. Sometimes he could barely walk in the mornings, sometimes it lasted all day. He was beginning to feel a bit better now with his interest set on his son. He could see the future of Tinuvel standing before him.

"I've noticed you traveling outside of the Inlet lately. Is it because of a girl by chance?" He was curious to know why his son suddenly left the island. For Ironclad it was a normal occurrence, but for Letavice it was odd behavior. Warsaw had begun to think his young son had no interest in the fair sex.