The dull thud of hooves against sand sound from behind him. Emhyr's eyes flutter open and he turns his head to peer over his shoulder at the approaching figure.

"Enver," he greets warmly, a smile sliding across his dark lips as he takes in the sight of his firstborn approaching. Enver is so different now. No longer is he a lanky colt, all legs and no grace. He has grown into himself this past year, becoming a handsome young stallion brimming with confidence and an eagerness to please. Emhyr has often considered what his son's next steps should be. Though he maintains no illusion that he has a right to dictate Enver's future, he does like to think his son would take

"Hi, Dad," Enver greets, coming to stand alongside his father. Emhyr reaches out to briefly brush his nose against Enver's cheek before drawing back, peering curiously at him from beneath the curtain of his forelock, taking note of the thoughtful expression on his face.

"Something on your mind?" Emhyr queries, curious as to where his son's mind has wandered.

"Yeah, actually… I was wondering… with Uncle Khoshekh gone and Uncle Canis ruling beside you… what is to become of the third's spot?" There is a wavering undercurrent of anxiety that runs through Enver's words, one that Emhyr cannot ignore. His question comes as a surprise - though Enver has always aimed to please his parents, he had never shown any interest in stepping up from his current position as a guard. Then again, Emhyr had never asked. Perhaps Enver has been harboring unspoken ambitions, ones he finally feels comfortable pursuing.

Emhyr's answer comes without hesitation. "I hadn't considered before, but it's yours, if you want it."

Enver looks surprised, at first, before his expression shifts towards eagerness. "Really? I thought- well, I guess it doesn't matter now. I'd be happy to take it, Dad. I won't let you down."

Pride bubbles within Emhyr's chest as he reaches out to brush his son's forelock away from his face. "I don't doubt it. You'll make me proud no matter what you choose to do with it."

Then the pair turn their attention back to the waves, standing in companionable silence as the sun begins to set.