The little colt was pleased that this stranger flutter-girl was taking so kindly to his attentions. He was a natural protector, wanting nothing more than to make sure everyone good was all right and well. The little filly before him was good and nice and therefor deserving of his care and instruction. . . . If he could help teach her to fly, than he too would be doing something good.
It worked out for everyone, naturally.
A little smile crossed his features, foreign expression it might be. Nita made a nice distraction from worries and concerns the little colt felt; things hadn't gone right with his brother, Esper, at all and it drove him crazy. He worried about his temperamental sibling, and wondered where he might have gotten off to with Uncle. Was he doing better, was he more gentle or was he still course and gruff and mean? Who knew. . . it was unfortunate, really, but Nocturne had no way of knowing what his little brother was up to.
He was still alive though, and being trained. . . . for what though was a mystery to the colt. Sometimes Nocturne wished his brother was arond so he could apologize, or try to make amends. Sometimes the dark, leather-winged colt blamed himself for driving his brother away or picking so many fights. . . . Really, he still didn't know what was going on, but there was only so much to be done. And Nita was making a lovely distraction away from it all . . . .
"Hey wait up!" He started as she took off towards the clearing. Giving his spiked tail a shake, the little colt raced after her. Giggling lightly, he added, "Wind's just the easy way up. . . if you can get lifted with no wind, then you can fly anytime!" He reassured, crimson eyes bright.
Though it was getting dark, the meadow was a great set up. There were no trees or bushes to crash in to and there was room enough to run without having to lose momentum by zigzagging or weaving about. "This'll be perfect!" He quipped.
