Even as he walked, Suleiman's eyes remained on the small pony mare, attempting to understand anything that he could about her. She was so exotic that he couldn't take his eyes away, but in many ways she already reminded him of his mother. Banshee, too, was fierce and quiet, and did not often afford either brother much leeway in the grand scheme of things. A single look from her would often send the pale colt scurrying toward whatever thing he was supposed to be doing, which was very often not what he had been doing.

Rehoboam had spent most of his time around his adopted mother, although he tried to split his time between his parents. Eve didn't really talk about it much, but she never sought out their father like the other mares of the Cove did. But she loved Reh, he thought at least, and that was all that really mattered in the long run. Disappointing her would be sad, if only because he knew the way she would look at him. The dark colt huffs a sign and scuffs his hooves against the rocky ground of the Bay as they walked, wondering if he could outpace her if he took off. Surely she wouldn't cross the Cove borders?

Both boys crane around to listen to her offer, and twin smiles of delight appeared on their faces. It is Suleiman, however, that bounds forward a few paces so that he might meet her head-on. "It's a deal then!"

Even Rehoboam let go of some of his dread at the trouble they might have found themselves in and loped a few steps forward to aim a playful kick at his brother's rump. For a few strides they all but forget their fluffy chaperone, trading nips between themselves as they walked until her inquiry reaches their ears. Reh, the more naturally cautious of the two pauses in his step, not sure why her question gives him pause. What does it matter if she knows who their father is? Then again, why did she want to know? And more importantly, how did she not know already? All of Solomon's children were painted white in some fashion or another, and it wasn't as though the pinto had been keeping quiet.

Suleiman, already having thought of and considered Valka's question harmless, speaks first. "Solomon." The pride in his small voice was palpable as he said his father's name, his tiny little chest puffing up. "He and the King were making friends with Goose before you came."

Uncertain if this was information that Sul should have shared, the smaller brother shot him a questioning look with lips decidedly pressed together. If Dad didn't punish them for escaping, he certainly would for Sul spilling all of the family secrets. Not that Solomon's alliance to Warsaw was really a secret, all things considered. From what Reh understood, the whole point of that alliance was to show other stallions that their family wasn't to be messed with unless you wanted a whole can of whoop-butt unleashed.

"What about you? Where's your stallion?" The smaller colt piped up, wanting to distract his brother from talking. In part, it was also just to find out more about her. Their herd life was strictly traditional, with only their sire running around with his bunch of mares, and the reclusive Requiem with his own. Mares just didn't lead on their own. Even Marzanna and Daciana, with their elevated positions, were there to help the herd, not to lead on their own. So where was Valka's stallion?