The stallion tilts his head to the side, such as a dog would do when curious. Tapping his right hoof on the path beneath them, just to hear the comforting tinkle of the bell attatched tied to his leg, he lowers his elongated snout to breath into the girl's hair. And how sweet it smelled.
Rolling an eye to the moon above the two of them, the star's lights reflected in his red orb, he nickers softly.
"Indeed, the weather tonight is perfect. King Azreth did make the paths rather confusing, back in his day. It was to discourage any enemy attack, you see, child. But here, let's hear the name of that shop and see if I can't lead the way, hmmn?" The stallion quirked an eyebrow, betraying his cocky, conceited nature. "And if I don't know, we'll just stop and ask one of the mares, shall we?"