Ghita's talk had been educational, to say the least. But Silvano still had a lot left on his mind on the subject, still not really understanding what his aunt had been telling him. The youth had taken a good lesson from her, to just meet other girls and get to know them; what made them tick and how to properly treat him. At a year old, he should have known already what it was they wanted. But he was useless in that matter and still wanted more information. Ghita had been informative but she was a female herself and it was hard to really understand her; she was too close to the subject being female. She was biased. What he needed was a male! He could go to his father. No, no; he would probably get a talk about sex and that stuff from him. Maybe Gotham? No, that would be awkward. Maybe his uncle Jazper? Yes, that sounded right. He could find out what he had thought of his aunt, too. Two birds with one stone. Heck, a whole flock if he asked about becoming a knight.

He stroked his arm lightly, remember the slight injury he had gotten from falling off a tree and landing too heavily on his hands, but it had been mild and cleared up fast thanks to his youth. Dropping his arm to his side, the Sadira youth walked outside the manor, heading toward the stonewall in the valley. The flowers were still not bloomed but it was not yet warm enough. Silvano reached the fence and pulled himself atop it, tail wagging lightly in the breeze behind him. Humming ever so slightly, the boy looked into the surrounding area, wondering where to find his uncle. "Where to find him.. Where to go..," he muttered slightly.

Silvano swung his legs a bit against the wall, feeling them hit the stones over and over again. He sighed, gazing toward the sky as he clasped on to the all beneath him. Where was Jazper? Absentmindedly, he gazed around the scant trees and the growing green grasses. Summer was racing toward them and the boy could barely remember his last one; it had been his first. The season that dominated his memory was winter; maybe he had been too young to fully enjoy the warm summer sun in the sea of wild flowers? It had been a year ago and it was so far away in his mind that he had to squint his eyes in a vain attempt to remember it more clearly, as though it was right before his eyes.

A flicker of movement and the Sadira male briefly turned his head toward it. It was his uncle in his halfling form, and the youth nodded back to him, then tried again to remember the memory. But then he stopped that, jumping off the wall, yelling his uncle's name. "Zio Jazper!" he said in surprise, chasing after the slowly sauntering man. "Hold up, Uncle!" cried out the young adult, running shortly to catch up with the loping man. "I've been looking for you." He did not bother asking where he had been; the dead rabbit hanging from his jaws had been evidence enough. It had been a hunt trip and it had gone well. It looked like it was fat off spring growth too. Lucky catch! "Got a moment, Zio?"