Corvair seems much happier now that they were off the subject of Fell. She was a sweet young mare obviously raised right. He had never spoken to Fell himself, but Parvati always regarded him well. He heard a few scary stories of the mute black stallion, but Parvati's story of him saving her life was all he needed to know to judge his character.

She says she had time as long as it wouldn't be a bother. His head shakes. "No bother at all." He can see the excitement she has with the step forward. It was clear she was keeping to boundaries, but this was something she really wanted. He turns and begins to guide her as she mentions Warsaw. He nods having heard the story himself. "My mother tells that story often." He chuckles.

"It would definitely be an accomplishment." He says with eyes twinkling. If only she knew his own dreams. It was only time against his side (that he knew of). Nico calls out into the Inlet for his mother who answers back almost immediately. The white faced mare appears walking towards then with a smile. "You called?" She asks before her eyes fall to Corvair. "Mother this is Corvair de Fell. She has come to learn about her family. She says she is granddaughter to Ironclad." "Oh, really?" She replies.

"Nice to meet you Corvair de Fell. I am Ysabel de Zevulun. What is it you would like to know?" Nico debated on leaving them to chat, but he also loved listening to their family history.