A momentary pause as she offered what was to be her assistance; her knowledge and there was lust for it within his bones - dripping like acid in his stomach. These trees, these lands so much different from the lush plains of his homeland; - even the mountains so different - made of different rock and minerals. All the new smells like acid against his senses, he could smell the differences in the air and Narcissus had never sensed or seen anything like it. Kinhera was a place known for its' full and soft plains, compared to silk were they and how gentle, how so much like a caress they were against your flesh. If not the plains the reminder of his home was made up mountains and rock - black like the night with the occasional touch of gold hidden within the rock. As well he was not as accustom to seasons; Kinhera was perpetually windy and rather cold year around with the sun doing little to warm against the skin - Narcissus was not adjusted to things such as a summer heat or drought and for the moment it was a relief to be within the lands during their winter..but there was little knowledge to the conditions once such months were behind them. It made him long for his homelands once more, he was a prince of the mountain and yet denied his title - his place for his blood when in truths he was better than all. Better than Goro , better than...Marrod.

Marrod was so obsessed with bloodlines, so convinced that his bastard son was nothing more than a product of the spoils of war - his beliefs cost him his pureblooded heir..and cost Narcissus his throne, his home, and the left side of his face. Cost him half of his vision and portrayed him as nothing more than a cruel jest against his name. Narcissus yearned for the familiar plains and stone of Kinhera, but knew his return would be met with a price upon his head for killing in their minds the rightful prince - did none stop to acknowledge the wrongs done upon him? No, after-all he was just a bastard born from a hornless royal whore! A coward who ran in the end and such action would only further cast their eyes down their noses upon him, but he was a survivor and though he had gotten rid of his half-brother he had been to young, to inexperienced to expect his life, let alone to take that of Marrod the Scourge. His being able to run with his life was a surprise, though none more so than the fact he was allowed to run - seemed perhaps it was the only gift his father would ever give to him. But forgiveness would only come in the form of his life paid for that of Goros'

No, he was stuck among these lands - lands he knew nothing about and no matter how much a prideful creature he was, he was also not to the point of self destruction which would be the outcome if he stubbornly refused such assistance. He needed information, to know these lands as they might become his - a new home was it then? It would be purely ignorant stupidity to refuse such an offer and Narcissus perhaps was many negative things - stupid was hardly among them. His stupidity had been spent already in choosing to allow his anger and jealousy to consume him and act without much of a thought or plan; it would not be a performance he wished to repeat. "A generous offer in which I could not refuse." Words still a charming deceit and yet...there had been a shift and as if to prove his point - his willingness to cooperate with the mare if only for the time being, Narcissus re-took his step back, head bowing in acceptance and acknowledgement of her offer.

There was however a dark look that passed through his eye - yes, Narcissus was aware of the origins of his name - the legends and myth behind it, such stories were the reason behind his name originally. Marrod refusing to name the bastard son until Kur had taken pity, wishing to give her only son something more than a title meant to forever degrade him; watching him she would discover his rather vain fascination with his appearance; - watching his reflection for hours within the water, staring at the three black horns, a reminder of a story and thus his name was given. After it just became nothing, but a tease - a name meant for beauty and the wearer of such a calling deformed so horribly upon one side. He did not need a reminder. Though he merely chuckled.

"Then I am safe, for what cause do I have to lose myself in such a reflection?" As he spoke the left side of his face was presented fully - showing the scars, the colorless eye and the emptiness of it; like a hole of nothing but bright white. He turned even to look at Orinthia, catching her narrowed eyes the stallion could laugh at her offense from him - watching her amusement at the others' words, but what of her reaction now? That he had not found insult, had not reacted in anger and hate.

Though he knew the irony of a name upon a face such as his, Narcissus had long ago come to terms with such afflictions.