More come, as drawn to the unusual animal as moths to a flame. There is a mare, sleek and gold and the color of sodden wood, whom the red stallion addresses as 'Lady'. The unicorn boy broods over this for a long minute, turning around the new piece of information he has collected today. He would need to seek out this Lady, ask her for more information- when she had acquired her title, how, and who she had succeeded... nonetheless, that could come later in a time less full of foreigners. Soon, his attention is stolen by Huyana, the rain girl who retrieved him, saved him from the forest and brought him to the wintry clutches of the heart of the north. For a moment Carnesîr considers greeting her, lips parting gently, before he halts, the words sticking to his tongue. It would only disrupt the meeting, the yearling reasons, and besides, maybe she saves lost souls all the time... there is no reason for attachment between them, even the kindling of simple companionship and easy hearts.

Words are exchanged, firing back and forth, ricocheting bullets that could quite easy pierce the wrong heart. There is a strong sense of curiosity in Carnesîr's eyes, an inquisitive sparkle that turns sharp as a sword-blade with what comes next despite the initial terror.

You. It is the stallion, and the boy leaps into the air, quite literally jumping a half-foot off the ground, whites of his eyes momentarily shining in the crisp air. Fear scorches his heart, an anxiety misplaced but difficult to rid himself of. His lips lock, more automatically than out of any stubbornness, and cowed the yearling ducks his head, tail curling between his legs, much too jumpy altogether. Thankfully, he is saved by the burning gaze of the glass-horned stallion by the lefiri itself, calming words accompanied by the gestures of the claw-like hands. Those eyes, put on the front of the face- he takes note of this with a twinge of unease, for only predators have the eyes at the front of their face- are calm and introspective, examining him as if stripping him down to his soul. Leave me alone, the stallion thinks to himself, eyes on his cleft hooves.

Illynx- he folds the name away, and keeps the lefiri's, the centuar's- Kelec. A short name, but the hard sound of the 'k' is difficult to pronounce for the stallion used to the flowing 'e's, 'l's, and 'o's.

Approval and the seeking of acceptance comes next, and the elvish boy keeps quiet, shifting towards Huyana, drifting towards the comfort of her familiar gray flanks.