Recognition dawns on Casimir’s face despite the fact he cannot see him, voice and scent acting as a mark that the older stallion could read like body language. Surprise is evident on his face despite the empty blindness of his eyes. It has never bothered Kipp, the image of those sightless orbs. Muzzle, white as snow, moved towards his skin to acquaint himself with Kipp once more. The yearling allowed it, basking in the presence of the one brother that didn’t terrify or anger him. Anger was something he kept very well hidden, mostly because he didn’t recognize the emotion himself. It was well buried beneath fear and obedience, but someday when he was older he would most likely discover the emotion. Until that day, Casimir would be his safe haven. The one he could turn to, the only one aside Evers and Emerson he actually enjoyed being around. Teasing tone makes Kipp laugh, a sound that turns more masculine with every season he experiences but still remains a light-hearted giggle of youth. It is true he has spoken rather ironic words but Cas doesn’t seem bothered by them at all. Conversation turns slightly worried and somber, though no less a happy reunion than before. ”Emerson and I were trying to find you all! It wasn’t easy to follow you. I haven’t seen our other brothers…Mother is the same from what I can tell,” he responds easily, for he has very conflicted emotions about Mother but will not lie to the blind man.

Another approaches, and at a pace that startles Kipp. Immediately he recognizes the dark coal form of his other brother Knox, but something is far different about him and the colt is worried for him. There is something very wrong with Knox, and he is both worried and afraid. He is not much older than Kipp, but Knox is far different from Kipp’s happy and curious nature. Distracted from his worried inspection of Knox and the panting, exhausted Manhattan, he almost misses Casimir’s curious question. Turning to face him, though blue eyes remain on the brother that stands in silence. ”It’s…it’s Knox, Cas.” Turning towards the ebony youth once more, concern on his soft face. ”Brother? Are you alright?” Worried gaze moving from Knox to Manhattan, sighing softly at her. Whatever was wrong with Knox, her physical appearance worried him. Sharp bite drew him from his thoughts and he yelped to himself, knowing better than to go against the ingrained nature not to make a sound when in pain. A spider went crawling back down and dropped off into the grass. Kipp sulked to himself as he felt a tiny throbbing where the bite had come from, hardly more than the size of a needle but it was still there in the back of his mind. He had half a mind to crush the creature but would never do something like that. That, and he didn’t know where it had gone anyways.