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Cuán was...not exactly happy. He had not seen anyone in days, and the last soquili had made it more than clear that he was not wanted. He had just wanted to please him, so he had left. Knowing he was underfoot, knowing that it was just better this way.

He had been there before really. Underfoot. His mother and brother long gone, his meetings with his father few and far between. Conri simply felt that if the colt was his...he would make sure he was alive, and that was pretty decent so far as fatherhood went. Cuán never felt like he should speak up. Never felt that he should place the burden of taking care of himself on his father. So he smiled, was happen when their paths crossed, and kept on his way.

Finding himself in a strange bit of land, not entirely sure where he was or how he had gotten there, simply glad that it seemed peaceful, he seemed rather resigned to yet another day alone. Then a bit of movement caught his eye and he found his head turning, catching sight of a mare he had never seen before. Looking at the ground as she moved along at the edge of the meadow...perhaps looking for something. That was something he could help with. The very idea had his ears swiveling forward in interest, ear wings fluttering a bit as he approached. An odd mixture of almost timid and wanting to rush forward to help as soon as possible. "Did you lose something Miss? I could help you find it if you want. I am at your disposal."

Always willing to be of service. Always.

He noticed her inspection, but did nothing to stop it. And then the questions began. He stared at her, mouth not quite agape, trying desperately to remember all of her questions. He would try to acknowledge and answer each and every comment to the best of his ability, most liked to have their questions answered and to know that the other was listening. Of course it would be rude to interrupt so he waited for her to finish. "Oh no, it is no problem Lapin, my name is Cuan." He dipped his head to her in greeting and then launched into his answers.

"Indeed, my mother was part minicorn, and part pixie, hence the horn and the wings. I do not believe I have met a nymph, and I am sure your sister is quite interesting. My ears do not do much, though I have heard that pixie blood might make flowers grow well around me. My tail comes from my father though, and it can grab on to larger things but cannot be used for anything too delicate. He is also the one responsible for me having a pelt, it was a present too me one time when he was passing through. My flower markings come from my mother, and I have been told my face markings somewhat come from her as well. I think the green looks very nice on you, your parents must be very proud of you."

He was glad to be done, he was pretty much out of breath from talking so much, and especially about himself. He cocked his head as he looked at her. "Did you have any other questions for me Lapin?"

A putti? Cuan had never met one, but he had heard of them. His ear wings were being slightly animated, giving away his interest, and pleasure as she seemed interested in his (very insignificant) touch of power. It was a pleasure to listen to someone else, especially someone that seemed happy and responsive. He liked people being happy, and he absolutely adored making someone else happy. If she enjoyed their conversation? He was ecstatic.

"That is really interesting," he said in response to using their tails to signal danger, truly meaning it and wanting to let her know that he was listening without interrupting. "Your sister sounds very interesting," he remarked when she paused, trying to think about having tentacles for a mane rather than a tail. He liked his tail enough, it was useful if somewhat of an oddity, but for a mane? If she could carry things it was probably useful indeed.

"I am sorry to hear about your father," he murmured, but quickly, not wanting to dwell on the negative he moved to answering her question. "Not too close to here, but not too far either. I grew up a bit south of here, and lately I decided I should range out a bit and see what I could find. I seem to be lucky to have found a friendly face. Would you mind telling me what types of responsibility you have? I am unsure of what herd life is really like, so I don't know what all it entails." If he gave her a chance to talk more about herself, he would be a good listener, and people liked good listeners. Or at least, he hoped she did, he did not want to mess up what could very well possibly be a new friendship.