The neigh makes him body rigid. Hearing any unknown in his home was stress inducing, but knowing that someone from the Lagoon had been invited in was something else. On one hoof he felt like he could trust Icewine. The stallion has lived here for over a year now and has never caused trouble. He stayed tucked away safely with his own family. This makes Nico wonder if he even knew about the numerious attempts the Lagoon had made against the Inlet. Trying to steal his neice and her newborn child and just recently (it still felt recent) the attempt on his own child and lead mare.

Though Icewine talked highly of this particular Lagoon stallion, Nico was unsure he could trust any of them. Not with his own flesh and blood. He glances at his yearling son playing in the distance with some of the other foals. The only sons were his own and Icewine's. Ganondorf was now two and could technically go if he chose it, but Nico did not wish it. Nor did he wish it on Augustus. He could teach his own sons.

The stallion approaches the Bay tobiano just after the blood Bay colt arrived. The stallion.appeared cautious enough to not encroach into the territory. I guess that was something, but it did not settle the swirl in his gut. "You must be the stallion Icewine was talking about," His head dips with his words. "Rosto is it?" He asks to confirm his name. He had never heard the name before Icewine had spoken it. Nico had no idea what role he played in the Lagoon to teach their sons.