Though Ricochet wished not to take his eyes of the only remotely attractive individual here, the perfectly normal equine mare and the dark glints he would occasionally catch in her expression, he could not easily ignore the grating voice of the pegasus and the implications its words brought.

The tension bristling between them thickened the air and set Ricochet to a heavy snort. Black, glittering dust fell from his muzzle, flitting into small bursts of insignificant flame before it ever reached the ground. The sooty powder was always nestled in the crevices of his body, more of an unavoidable trait of working with the fine particles than a useful reserve. With all the snow already covering the land and the frost hardening the earth, he would soon be without the fiery accent however, so what little remained on or in his body was eventually utilized.

The flaming snort was no mishap, but a clearly defined message. Do not ignite what you do not wish to burn. Ricochet would be more than happy to crush the arrogance and the wings of this pegasus on the battlefield.

Though Leander had a point to his otherwise pathetic insult. Ricochet would rather not boast of the Foothills. He did not relish them and certainly did not love them, not so long as it was tainted with the hooves of unicorns and pegasus across its ground. "I only reserve my speech of the land, because the terrain is of little importance. Beauty can be found in many places and territories can be lost in many more. A herd is not its scenery, a herd is it's members." Ricochet truly believed in that. He'd argued with Evangeline over something similar when they'd be young. He'd known the loss of his home, on far too many occasions, and yet he was content to thrive anew in this land because his family managed to live here. It was to them and to equines mares like Insanity that he would happily speak of. Unfortunately the Foothills herd had little in the way of that, so he was loath to go into much detail, lest his disgust show through his voice. "I hoped to represent the fine company that you would find there."

Although, the land was better than the Throat's.

The mare seemed to shift in discomfort under their lengthy words however and Ricochet found his maw sealing shut. Teal eyes now settled firmly on her, withers jutting out at the pegasus instead. She spoke hintingly to him of her desires, and yet they were painfully absent of anything meaningful, just a promise. He would hold onto that promise.

"Of course. I look forward to such a meeting..." He responded in a low voice to her, teal eyes as alight as his magic as he set them to burn against her expression.

Her next words proved curious to Ricochet as she professed not only wishing to visit both lands but lack of practice in choosing in this manner. He thought the choice to visit both a boringly safe one and an unnecessary waste of time and muscle, but he would not speak so outright against her decision. The knowledge that her previous realm did not invest such powers in mares sent Ricochet's features lifting with surprise. He had always known mares to be awfully willed creatures that not only stood up to stallions but frequently beside them. It was a characteristic he had not always agreed with, knowing them to be physically weaker, yet he saw the worth of their minds which were devious and crafty as ever. If not equals, mares certainly deserved hooffuls of respect.

So he respected her with an inclination of his head to his chest. A small gesture of acceptance and humbleness, a unique thing from a stallion such as he. "If it is such that you will it, I would be happy to escort you through the lands of the Foothills, and the rest of Helovia should you so desire. Perhaps even a more exclusive location... I'd enjoy to know more of a home that does not deliver such choices upon mares. It is wholly different here and I suspect the culture may take some, adjustment."