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Kansas stood beside his son with that goofy yet genuine smile remaining in place, as he expected that it would for the duration of their venture. He could not help but notice Silvano's nervousness, and with a shock he was reminded of himself at that age, although he was sure Silvano had much more confidence than he had when he was in that stage of his life, probably because of the boy's wonderful mother.
It was not long before a dog woman approached them, mounted upon a pretty little mare. She carried the bit of extra weight of a woman who had just delivered puppies, a look he knew well from the pregnancies his love had gone through, and felt a connection to the kindly spoken woman right away. Kansas looked over at his son and sensed his excitement immediately, and his own grew more than he expected that it could. Yet, he stood silently, allowing the two to exchange their business on their own terms. When he was introduce he nodded to the woman cordially and waved a hand at her. "'S a pleasure to meet you, miss," was all he said as Silvano spoke up again, stating the details of their purpose within AniWaya.
Kansas felt a bit disappointed at the woman's initial words, and crossed his arms casually as he awaited any addtional thoughts she might have. Meanwhile, he glanced anxiously at Silvano, aware that the boy might be even more disappointed. Catching a wild horse was not something Kansas was familiar with at all, and he was not confident in his ability to do something like that. Just as he was beginning to despair, however, Liliana spoke up again, drawing the Sadira man's bright blue gaze back to her with expectancy and hope. His eyes lit up as she explained the situation of the foal. To him, a foal seemed like an even better choice than a fully grown horse, for Silvano would be able to bond personally with a younger horse more easily than one that was fully grown. It had taken some time for Lexington to trust Kansas, although the roan beast was particularly docile, more so than most adult grown stallions.
Liliana generously invited them into her home, and Kansas gestured forward with his large pale hand, speaking to his son in soft tones. "What you think? Go have a look?" His smile had become slightly sly, for he anticipated his son's likely thrilled reaction, and was joyful to see it. In the satchel he wore over his shoulder was a surprise, the item that he intended to trade, and that he had already read in preparation the the possiblity of a situation like this. But that would come later, after Silvano had made his decision.