A father of many and yet a threat to none, the on-guard behavior that greets him upon approach has his head lowered and his eyes averted… entirely of the appearance that his only concern was grazing. He understood the nerves that often captivated the minds of those with something to lose. He was not necessarily the most savvy stallion to grace the lost islands, but he was certainly aware of the ways things went on around him. Observation was usually about the only passtime given to a stud other than usefulness at that time of year which they were at their prime of ego.

He snaps his tail at non-existent flies, then eyes Nicodemous until he could reasonably not provoke an attack when he moved closer. He could wait the stallions ire out, he didn’t need to agitate the waters that disturbed the lead stallion. "My son is of age. I would send him to a place that could make him of some use or at least keep him out of your hair."

He flexes, chewing idly, "I met a stallion named Rosto who created a picture of the Lagoon that was far more appealing than I have heard spoken. Our sons go for training and can choose to remain with them or at least return with a proper head on their shoulders for usefulness amongst the herd." He tilted his head, "Seems like a lossless venture. My son has little interest in me as it is, and perhaps would like such an adventure…."