The stallion seemed amused by her interest in her history but agreeably called for his mother. He spoke of hearing about Warsaw's time as a King and she couldn't help the little stab of envy. She loved to hear her momma's stories about the before times, but she'd been so little when they'd left the islands that she didn't have many of her own to share. She could, for example, tell her that Warsaw had been King, but she could not tell her what he was like or what it had taken for him to ascend to that throne.

Of course, Corvair knew of Solomon the same way she knew of Parvati, but for the graying filly, he was already history, his influence already waning. He'd become a story to her, and one that held much less interest for her than her family's past. It did not occur to her that she was talking to a stallion related to two of Tinuvel's Kings, that if anyone was destined to follow in their hoofsteps it was the calico stallion himself.

The palomino mare is quick to answer, and the gray filly favors her with a bright smile as Nicodemus introduces her. It made her feel warm to combine both sides of her blood by using the naming structure of her mother's paternal side in conjunction with her sire. "My mother is Corvette, who was Arael's daughter." I did not know my granddam, but my mother's relationship with her seemed complicated, at best. She rarely spoke of her mother, only bade me to never rely on "signs" from another entity.

At the mare's question, the girl gave a sort of bashful little laugh. "Oh, just everything!" She shook her head, and shifted in place, clearly excited. "My momma tells me stories, but she said she didn't live on the islands long before her and the family went travelling. Mister Nicodemus here said that you were here when great grandpa Warsaw became a King?! What was that like? What was he like? Did he have a big herd?" The questions tumbled out of her, one after the other.