His grievance was met with some understanding by the stranger. Ironclad watches as the dark mare reveals she too mistakingly saw her father sometimes. He frowns at the thought of losing his own father, especially if he couldn't remember what he looked like. "Your dad? I'm guessing he is dead then?" It should be an obvious answer, but he spoke out loud before thinking of what the question might do to her. He was just curious to learn more about her situation and see just how much they had in common. For example, maybe her father wasn't dead. Maybe he had just disappeared like Cherokee had.

He felt more interested in knowing more about her so he was drawn closer. He should have noticed her alarm, but he did not. Instead, he was too focused on his she smelled like another island and another stallion. Introductions were made and the dark mare replies with her name. He smiles when she speaks her name, but he leans in closer as she explains her home situation. So it was true she came from a different island, Salem to be exact, and his jaws drop open. Did she swim all the way here by herself? Ironclad has never swum that far before!

What was perhaps even more shocking was the name she uttered. Cain...the black and white Vanner that he found bad-mouthing his father in the meadow. That was nearly a year ago when he first met his grandsire and brought him home. That was another family member that had suddenly disappeared. He had much to ask and say, but her sudden curiosity changed the subject. Luckily for her, Ironclad wasn't a traditional Prince in the sense of entitlement. Sure he thought he should get certain things handed down to him, but he didn't expect much out of others, but normal respect.

"No, no." He chuckles. "No bowing is needed." She seems cheeky and that was just what he needed right now, but right after he got a few answers. "But tell me about Salem. I have never been there before, but I hear it is really hot. Here it gets really cold so I'm surprised you would be here when you live in heat. Why are you here?" Yep twenty questions time! "I met Cain once, but I didn't like him because he was talking ill of my father. I mean he seemed respectable, but I can't like someone who talks bad about my father without meeting him." His shoulders shrug as he takes in a breath of air. Ah, silence just enough time to Cerosi to get a word in.