Though he does not really fall under Bexley's dominion, he is too curious not to come help. Besides, he has no tasks besides those he sets for himself and bringing levity to Solterra is something he thinks is brilliant. His spirits have been high of recent, joy easy in his steps. Some of the loneliness has ebbed as he finds his place in the court- or tries to make one for himself. It is this choice, this realization on the mount that he might choose the direction of his life. The new sense of purpose shows in the brightness of his sky eyes and the quick surety of his step. His laughter bells, clear and musical as he skids down the side of a dune in nothing less than a controlled fall and bounds under the shade of the oasis, following the voices and scents of people who have begun to come familiar to him.
"Good morning!" He chimes, dodging around the blue stallion he'd met at the Dawn Festival, thrusting his muzzle into the pile of detritus at Bexley's hooves without another word. He comes up crowned in flowers and eyes bright with mischief. His feminine twin earns the brunt of the expression, his cheer perhaps a bit too much for other people so early in the morning. But he truly wants to help, and he doesn't seem at all put off by their last meeting at the oasis.
"Where would you like these, Bexley? This is going to be brilliant!" His absolute confidence in her ability is perhaps founded on nothing but it is absolute none the less. He knows she will succeed, and he intends to help her however he is able. He might play and tease a bit but he is no shirker of work. The desert born stallion dances as he waits his instructions, as though to some inner music that no one but he hears.
