The colt is a charming youth, even if he doesn’t mean to be. He is making a genuine effort, and Djinni appreciates that. Sakir offers her a rest, which she declines with a shake of her muzzle.
There is an adult with the boy after all, though it’s clear from their ages that this is an older brother rather than a father. Not really an adult after all, she realizes. She accepts the compliment on her jewelry with a smile, and tells him that Yes, “I’d love to see Hyaline”
The average age of the group sinks even farther as a familiar pied colt appears.
“Castille,” she says with an easy smile, “It’s good to see you.”
His inquiry into her possible exploration reminds her of something that Ivar would say. She’s hopeful that her son would be able to distinguish diplomacy from exploration, but she supposes that in situations such as this one, it’s nigh impossible to truly tell the difference.
“He’s at home,” The white mare tells him, “Or perhaps off exploring somewhere. You should go with him sometime; he’d like it, I’m sure.” It is good for Ivar to have friends, to form relationships that will keep him out of the water. She distracts herself from those thoughts by turning back to Amet, who she has assumed is one of the ruling siblings that Sakir had mentioned.
“So tell me Amet,” she begins, turning her violet gaze to the scaled young stallion. “Are all the residents of Hyaline so young? Or are you boys just staying awake to see the sun rise?”