Kovas' breed was known for its stamina. But he was only four months old, not even a yearling yet. So even he was winded by the journey. His mother never made them walk so far before. Yes, they did travel but it took many weeks to get into an area that was unfamiliar to Kovas. But with Waylan... or rather, his father, it didn't take that long to get into a new area. Hot breath came from Kovas' mouth rapidly as he looked over at the coast line. He had never seen such a wondrous place. The water seemed to go on farther than Kovas could see, he even lifted his head in an attempt to find land past the water. But alas, he found nothing. It was a little daunting. Just as it was a little daunting to be around Waylan. Kovas wasn't very small for his age, no he was pretty tall. But there was something about the stallion that Kovas just couldn't place. Still, he was kind enough to take Kovas out of the Orphanage, so he couldn't be all that bad.
"This place looks really pretty." Kovas commented, taking in the sights around them.
That's why it took him a little off guard when Waylan said Kovas now had a little brother. "I have a little brother now?" Kovas echoed his thoughts, bewildered that a stallion would take on another foal that wasn't of his own blood while he already had a child. Kovas didn't leave Waylan's side as they journeyed further towards the lapping water. As they came to a stop, Kovas slowly moved forward to sniff at this new brother of his. The Clydesdale didn't know what to make of him, he seemed pretty small and--wait what? Sparring partner? Kovas looked up at Waylan and then back at Imperial, his new younger brother. If they were supposed to spar like adults, Kovas was sure he'd hurt Imperial... or worse. "Hi Imperial." Kovas greeted the younger foal.