He watched her spin, a red dancer light on her tiny hooves, and he never before felt heavy, slow, or awkward in his movements until this particular moment. The stout leader had never come across one built so delicately, so fine, her lines at once sharp and soft. Her beauty was one which his eyes had never beheld before, and he found himself immediately interested in who she was and where she came from. At her words, he chuckled softly, like thunder from his chest, answering "I do apologize, I did not mean to." He wondered how she could feel so safe as to not pay attention to her surroundings, especially considering the season, and worry for her settled into his mind. Being older than many he came across, he could not help but want to share what he had learned in his years as to better the lives of those he conversed with. But he did not feel it was yet his place to smother her with these tidbits, it would only come across as overbearing.

As she continued to speak he felt a part of him melt; her words and tone were so sweet, almost childlike, but he could see she was no child, merely an innocent soul who happened across his land. He was internally grateful it had been into his home and not that of another stallion who might take advantage of her naivety. "It is no intrusion, I welcome those who come here with no ill intentions." At the mention of butterflies, surprise crossed his features. It was a question he would not expect from a grown mare, and he wondered some more just exactly who she was or where she came from, but instead of prying he merely looked around at the dense trees behind them, then back to her. "Where the trees are more open to let sunlight in, that's where the flowers grow, and that's where you can find the butterflies we do have. It's late in the year though, they aren't as bountiful now..." He paused, wondering if he would be overstepping his bounds, but decided to add, "You are welcome to stay here, if you’d like, to see them flourish next spring." Champagne eyes watched her intently. Within him there was a mixture of curiosity and confusion, of delight and worry. She seemed like a paradoxical creature, a beautiful red woman with the innocence of one who had never experienced the world. But her kindness shined through more than anything, and he would always welcome that into his home.