Silver-hazel eyes examine the boy, prince as he becomes less weary of his presence. It's not long before the pied lavender colt is assuming his duties and leading the way.
Following alongside him, he remains a step behind the colts shoulder. Looking about at all Sylva has to offer. He's seen it all before of course, he grew up here, but he doesn't let that foil the colts pride. Not yet. Lavender ears swivel to capture Kwartzs' excited ramblings and then his question. He grins at the thought of his answer before speaking, "We are old friends, Kwartz. And she has something of mine..." He pauses briefly to gauge the colts reaction. Expecting it to maybe be confusion that twists the colts facial features. Another stride forward and he elaborates, "Have you ever gave someone something Kwartz that you cherished dearly and they didn't share it with you...?" His gaze that had been cast to their surroundings redirected to the colt, "Well I gave your mother something special and I'd like for her to share it with me." His face turns again to view Sylva as he stops abruptly. His memories of the land from his childhood serve him well and he knows where they are. His smile returns as he lowers his head to the princes level, "Did you know I grew up in Sylva?!" He nearly whispers to the boy as if it's a secret to be kept...
@[Kwartz]