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Hex's ears pulled forward and his gaze sharpened some as he stared at Loveless, trying to take in what she exactly meant by that.

"I blame Anevay," he said bluntly, without much humor. "And I require seeing something before I believe it exists, otherwise what is to stop someone from telling me something that is not true?"

His tone had adopted an almost accusing way to it.

Hex grimaced and let his tail spade slap the hard ground. "As I've said, much of what I've learned, I learned from Anevay and my mother. I wasn't being completely literal when I said to blame her...but...ah. Nevermind. It's not important." He stared at the rock that she had flicked at him and, in one smooth motion, he stomped it down into the soil, feeling some of it fragment into rock slivers.

The stallion no longer felt stand-offish at this point, but he was not an overly social kalona and it felt odd to be conversing with a mare who asked so many questions about things that were more theoretical and non-physical.

"You are....different."

Hex stared at Loveless a moment and then grinned wryly, exposing one chipped fang beneath his lip. This meeting was so strange to him, being one who usually never had a prolonged conversation with anyone.

"No, nothing wrong with it. We aren't all fire and brimstone all the time, I suppose." He paused a moment to think over that statement. "Well...most of us aren't," Hex them amended, as he had heard there were some kalona that were constantly furious with the world. "I'd think I'd get tired if I was like that."

"Many things a foal does seem foolish. They know no better....at least you learned it wasn't the way things ought to be, otherwise I doubt we'd be having such a civil conversation." Hex was certain that things could have gotten extremely ugly, extremely fast, had Loveless be combative.

At her question, he lifted a brow, almost loftily, and took a few steps back in her direction, appearing at ease for the most part. "It comes and goes, I guess you could say. In truth, I don't talk to many and this is probably the lengthiest conversation I have had with anyone." He grinned back.

Hex tossed a fringe of mane from his eyes as he stopped a few paces away as to not disregard either of their personal spaces, but remained engaged in the conversation by watching her carefully.

"I have not," he admitted. "I hear about a great number of them, but I have not personally met them. I have also seem them from a distance, but I'm usually never inclined to meet them. Have you met many?"

Hex looked a bit disappointed at her answer about not meeting many kalona, but covered it with a shrug. "I hear the numbers are growing, if nothing else. Many foals are wandering about, which is both promising, yet not. An untended kalona foal can become dinner just as easily as a lesser foal in the wrong situation." He'd never consider eating a kalona foal unless they were defective in some way, or came from weak blood, but he knew others had no qualms.

The compliments of his coloring made him puff slightly with a prideful air and he angled his head proudly. "The gleam of my coat comes from my father. I have been told it shines like a stone from the river bottom, but not in a way that inconveniences me. My father's coat is much stronger than mine. The red...a combination of my parents, I am sure." He grinned widely; he wasn't immune to flattery all the time.

Her question about his questions caught him off guard and he was uncertain at first of what to even ask. Most of the things important to him had been discussed already and he wasn't the sort to really pry into another's life unless they started it themselves. After a moment, he let his curiousity win.

"So, what do you plan to do with yourself, being estranged from your family? Do you have a goal?"

"I've heard that half-breeds have been doing quite well, actually. Anevay has been watching a particular family, born from a kalona female and a wind male. Abominations, yet they've managed to grow to adulthood." He made a growl of displeasure at the very thought of such a thing existing. "However, I have heard that the female is not of the right mind anyway and that the male wind will go after anything female and of age." He rolled his eyes and shrugged, as though that was a possible explaination for such a strange pairing.

He then grinned again at mention of his father, whom he respected to the utmost level. "My father is not the social sort, but I'm certain that it isn't impossible to meet him at some point. He's a very distinguishable kalona...you will know him as soon as you meet him. He strives to better our race."

He explanation of her goal in life made him whicker, possibly in approval or agreement. "A good, reachable goal you have, I think. It's better to take things small, than to overwhelm oneself with a monstrous plot. Myself? Ah, I knew you'd ask me after I posed such a difficult question!" He stomped his fore-hoof idly, watching dust curl about the feathers of his leg. "In truth, I am more in your position. I prefer to work on myself and by doing that, help our race as a whole. I choose to pass my knowledge on where I can and keep the legacy of kalona as true as I'm able. If that means a family eventually, so be it. If it means being alone and carrying on, then so be it." In truth, he wasn't sure how he felt about having a family, but if it was his duty to do so to improve kalona bloodlines, he would. It was much too early to tell.