"Yup, nice to meet you. I was wondering when you were going to let me know your name in return!" Celtic laughed a little and trotted with Fable, until they reached the park. It wasn't far, but the sun was already setting. Because of the sun setting, the air was getting a bit colder once more, and the stallion was somewhat certain that he could see his breath a little bit, once again. To test this theory, he breathed out gently, trying to allow for the hottest breath possible. Sure enough, he could see the faintest trace of steam before his face. When the Unicorn next to him commented that something seemed strange, he looked at her curiously. "What's strange about it? The sun is still out, after all."