Her bright gaze scanned the horizon, committing it to memory. At this point, with her father gone and her mother becoming restless and sad, she wasn't entirely certain what her future held. Corvette's upbringing hadn't exactly been typical, at least not by the stories she told, which meant that she didn't exactly have a wealth of guidance to offer her daughter on what to do next.

Asking around had offered her the recommendation of simply going out and meeting someone, but that felt ludicrous to the young mare. How did one simply go out into the world and will a partner into it? Was she supposed to wave around a magic stick? Close her eyes, cross her fetlocks and make a wish? Blink coquettishly at every passerby in the hopes that the random stranger would turn out to be a worthy partner?

It all felt absurd, and in many ways, unobtainable. Easier to stay home, at least in Corvair's opinion. She wouldn't find any romantic partners among the Bay, but she would have the comfort and familiarity of home. Perhaps that was what she would do after this little field trip - return home and stay put until her dad came back. Maybe then her mother would stop moping and they could figure out what they were doing. Flicking the dark strands of her tail, she allowed her gaze to lock onto the approaching stranger with keen interest. He seemed handsome and confident, carrying himself with the calm assurance she had always ascribed to her father. A lead stallion perhaps? A ranked one at least.

"Oh? No, not really." She answered, a tinge of heat warming her cheeks. "I really only know my parents around here, but I guess my grandfather used to lead here." Her momma usually spoke of Grandpa Ironclad with admiration in her voice, telling her stories of the escapades they'd gotten into while travelling and the way he used to watch over them. There were stories too, passed down through the generations, of what her great grandsire was like too. Of the way he'd once ruled the whole of Tinuvel and commanded the respect of the entire isles.

"His name was Ironclad... do you know anything about him?" She asked brightly, ears tipped forward.