The little colt was not one to wander- he enjoyed his mothers' company and found himself to be less adventurous as he was always assumed to be. When Tares slept, however, and he was left restless beside her hearing the sounds of his family's breathing only faintly as the forest called him closer, he found it hard to resist the temptation to leave his mothers' and brother's sides.

And so Alisier found himself trotting gaily through thick and unfamiliar woods that were coated red in the light of Orangemoon, with his short tail bobbing behind him and his frail little wings spreading out eagerly to stroke the wind that passed him by. He was only faintly aware of the strange sensation of being alone for the first time and the fact that being without another left him defenseless. To him the journey away was no more than an innocent walk that ended with him placed in the company of three other unicorns and an uncomfortable situation. Even as young as he was he could sense the tension as the smallest of the three spoke of race and discrimination, things that were all foreign concepts to the child. He himself was the product of mixed race and magic, even if he didn't know it. Thin and small as he was, he still bore proudly a curved obsidian horn and golden eagle wings. Wings which were, to him, not means of flight so much as strange appendages to fold and stretch in curious ways for his own amusement.

As he drew closer, his head bent automatically lower to the ground in instant and unintentional submission and his horn trailed through the dirt, while his wings nervously fidgeted. It was clear to him that in comparison to himself they were all in positions of power, and instantly he respected that. Shyly he curved himself around the trunk of a massive tree, letting its rough bark scrape his baby soft side as he took a few easy steps forward and landed himself beside Riccardio. He took comfort in the large stallion's dark brown hues and how they matched his own, and knowing nothing of herd politics, Alisier saw no harm in letting his wing grace the older unicorn's knee as he passed him by.

"Huh... Hi sirs," Alisier spoke shyly, looking up at Riccardio with massive yellow green eyes before turning to Ned and then, at last, Paladin. Of them all, Alisier found himself most intimidated by the Valiant. There was something about the way the black stallion held himself that left the young colt feeling slightly anxious, even if he did appear friendly with the white stallion before them all.