He tilts his head, as the colt's answer surprises him. Nevertheless, he smiles. "That's very brave of you." To go up and have a trait taken away - not many have dared, fearing the consequences of being a traitless horse. Aodhán himself never was one, though he remembers only being able to 'glow away' some snow and ice flakes - a trait he technically doesn't need nowadays, but still, he associates it with his being himself.
Along with his other mutation, that is - not that he ever complained about that side effect of the Cure; it had been far too much fun to be able to change. The boy, however, during his own mesmerizing continues to talk, and the thoughtful spotted baroque quickly snaps to attention. His father? "It's not always easy for everyone, to give something up that's been with you for years." he tries to interject, certain that perhaps Florian might overrun his father with questions and get upset when the answer might be negative. He wouldn't give up a part of himself either, he thinks; even if it might be an inconvenient part. "It makes him, him, doesn't it?"
"Oh, I came once when there was a call for volunteers. You see, back then, there was this horrible, sort of magic-sickness spreading. Fairies needed us to collect seashells from the safe haven - Island Resort was where I went. See, I still have the marking," he points to his blue shell on his left side, easy to see if you know to look past the golden spots (though, not many do). He omits the part where others of his family did the same, the part where his sister almost died - it's not necessary. "Quests can be dangerous, though." he shakes his head. His story is short and simple, where in reality, nothing about it was - especially when adding a sickness of the mind and body to the story. Damn, he'd almost drowned; it seemed to him to be one of the reasons he never visited that island again.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Florian]