Letavice settled into a relaxed position next to his sire with a smile. Warsaw had always been his hero, a mentor he looked up to. He was taught to admire the scars on his coat and the stiffness in his gait as a sign of honor - his father had fought many times, for him, for Vita Nova, for their family. As a young colt, Letavice hoped he could one day live up to do the same for his own family. But the older he got, the more difficult he found it to be to follow along in those traditional footsteps. Ironclad seemed so smitten with the process - he took to it like a fish to water. But Letavice couldn't figure out what was stopping him from enjoying the same things.

His white ears pricked forward when Warsaw spoke, and he bobbed his head with a smile. "Just fine dad." He said with the flick of his tail. He was about to ask the same of his sire, but Warsaw was quick to get to the point.

His ears flip flopped atop of his head, and his posture stiffened. This wasn't the lighthearted check-in he was hoping for, but to some degree, Letavice knew the. conversation was bound to happen one day... Sooner than later.

"Ummm. Wow, that's a big question." Letavice said, stalling. He flicked his white tail over his haunches and resettled his weight over all fours, trying his best not to anxiously prance in place. A silence fell between them, but Letavice's blue-eyed gaze shot up to catch his father's when he mentioned a mare. He felt a sudden heat rise in his loins and spread quickly across his body. "Haha. How did you know?" He said anxiously.

"Her name is Lace." He offered proudly.

But then his expression settled into something more serious. "You know, when you were away for the war. A stallion came here. His name was Diamant." Letavice explained. "He came from the Lagoon. He said Cullen sent him to watch over us why you were away. I got to know him a little bit, and I wondered if maybe I could learn from someone like him. Maybe someone in the Lagoon. I don't think mom would like it. But then I could come back and help Ironclad. I would be ready to help him." He looked nervously to his father then. "What do you think?"