The air is tense for a moment as the young colt waits, his body unsure of what he was meant to be waiting for, but since he was in the playground there was no way he was going to get eaten, right?
He was quite patient when it came to waiting for things, like his plan to run away, for example, he had the dream to run off to Sylva, get away from his mother, not exactly a simple task as a small foal, especially with the watch of a motherly eye, always patrolling.
But the foal was usually quick-witted, able to slink away at just the correct moment, running off never to return.
It doesn't take too long before a dark figure emerges from the foliage, a striking resemblance facing the colt, as he looked at her, not particularly astonished, but more intrigued if anything.
"like home?" he smiles "I feel like I may know which home you're talking about" he glances at her and then back out to the foliage she had come out from, she was obviously quite a significant filly, Castaneis was sure to make a note of it as he returned his answer to her questions.
"I am Castaneis, or Cast!" he smiles, his names could sometimes be quite a tongue twister which is why it was a lot simpler to shorten it.
She smiles shortly before returning a question "What about you? What's your name?" he felt like he should have known, but then again he wasn't really trying to go around Sylva poking his nose into everything.
The small colt looks off into the distance again, he didn't know what he was searching for but it seemed like a good way to pass time when exchanging conversation, especially in large groups where everyone would take their turn in speech, a rather bothersome way of conversing.
