He thought for a moment before answering, "I'm not sure. I'll check with my mother, or father whoever is not busy, after riding practice. By the way, do you ride? If so do you do any specific division or anything?" Mal enjoyed talking to Camron, since Camron didn't seem to mind talking to him either.

[Camron gave a light shrug, "I don't think I have ever ridden" Camron questioned himself a moment. He kept his pace as close as he could to Malcolm careful not to fall behind or go ahead.

"do you have hobbies outside of the your prince stuff?" Camron didn't know why he was making an attempt at small talk but it didn't hurt to try, he wasn't the best with talking to people at times.]

Malcolm nodded some, "That's a shame. Riding is quite fun. For hobbies riding is kind of a outside of prince thing and a prince thing. I also do some painting and I enjoy reading. A lot of the hobbies I have though do sound quite royal." He chuckles some as he says this.

["Those are good hobbies.." Camron walked not knowing knowing what to say next. "Any dreams?" Camron felt a bit uneasy in silence but didn't know what to say. He crossed his arms a bit nervously as his mind wandered back to the challenge since they were walking to the stables.]

"Well that depends," Mal says as they grow closer to the stables, "what classifies as a dream? Do you mean what I want to gain in life or something unrealistic ?"

["I guess something you want to gain the life" Camron shrugged slightly, "I feel like it's good to have dreams.." He grew a bit more alert as the feeling the fake attackers would come again began to creep in his mind. He knew they wouldn't, but it still lingered in his head.]

Mal thought for a moment about the question before deciding on an answer. "I guess my main dream is to find someone to spend the rest of my life with," he says, "someone who enjoys being around me and that would be good beside me as king." They entered the barn as he says this and Malcolm goes over to where his horse was.

[Camron gave a slight nod as he followed, "that's a good dream i suppose." He watched the horse for a moment. His gaze trailed back to Malcolm before he leaned against a post not knowing what to do.]

He walked a brown paint stallion out of the stall and over to the tacking station. Mal carried tack from a tack room over and put it on the stallion one at a time. His actions were a little quicker than usual since he was almost late for his lessons.

[Camron felt a bit anxious over the quick movement near the horse. He knew not to move too quickly around a horse at the very least since it could spook. "Malcolm you should be careful, you may spook the horse." he warned.]