His mother has not assigned him to visit any place, he goes on his own to explore and if he brings home a name for her list she will be impressed by his initiative, if he does not she will be proud of his eagerness to explore and meet others. Valek has been raised mostly by the Primarch herself with all her support, guidance, and tolerance. He is a favorite of her brood and he mirrors her in many ways.
Except for one. He is not a social butterfly. Despite being friendly and direct Valek does not approach others the way his mother does, forcing her friendship onto people dazed into compliance by her beauty and charm. He much prefers to watch and learn and allow others to come to him in most cases. Still, he is young and unpredictable and sometimes turns his own habits on their heads.
When Valek arrives in the Pampas he stops beside a small creek that branches out and rejoins itself over and over disappearing into the tall grass. There is a light breeze rippling over the ends of the flora so that he can see it coming long before it plays through his black forelock. He expected flowers here, but does not see a single one at this time of year though he scans for splashes of color anyway until his brown and gold eyes alight on a girl the color of ripened einkorn pointed in blue. A grin appears on his gilded lips at once and he tosses his head up, nostrils flaring as he calls out to her. The bay trots a few paces nearer. “Hello. I’m Valek." His a little more polite than his dam, his attention span just a little longer.