“I’m thinking,” he answers her honestly, though the presence of another catches his attention as the words leave his lips. Briefly, he lifts his amber gaze from the little water sprite with the white coat that glows in the light of the moon and the patch of blue on her head and glances at Leilan, emerging down the shore from the waves with glimmering sealife clinging to his coat like stars. The boy hesitates – hm, but perhaps less a boy. Brennen doesn’t pry, it’s not his way (and even if it was, he’d be afraid of misusing the magic and causing some sort of brain damage), but even on the surface his Brother feels older, and something is not quite right. Brennen doesn’t call him out right away, giving him a chance to approach on his own terms.
“I like the sea at night, especially in Ischia. Don’t you?” the King asks the girl, giving her a little smile. Her youth eases his soul; he likes to see the shores of his Kingdom filled with laughter and light of their children. “I’m Brennen.” A heartbeat, a glance back to where Leilan still lingers, uncommitted. “That’s Leilan, over there. He seems to have brought some of the ocean home with him, since he can’t walk on top of the water like you.” A huff of breath that isn’t quite a laugh, and he winks at her, hoping that calling the young stallion out will draw him over to them. It doesn’t seem like a time for him to alone. “What’s your name, little fish?”