Tickaani grazed on the dewy grasses while a spring-loaded colt romped in the dense pasture. Her deep brown eyes sat half-hooded as she dozed, ears flicking to and fro in the morning air. That is until things got a little too quiet. It was too much to hope that the boy had fallen asleep somewhere. Her blocky head lifted suspiciously above the tall grasses.
She almost wished she hadn't.
Her eyes rolled with quiet dismay, as the scene unfolded before her. There was a pool that their herd had claimed, cool mercy in summer's heat and welcome refreshment the rest of the year. She nudged the shoulder of the horse next to her, gesturing silently to the drama unfolding before them. A spindly shadow rippled through the grass, brindled in shades of green except where glossy brown eyes peeked out. She could only really catch the shape of her son when moved, slow as a snail on a leaf. At the edge of the water, a filly was standing. It didn't look like she knew what was coming up behind her.
Tick knew she could intervene. Should intervene, even. But the larger part of her also knew that this might end up being hilarious, and so she only watched, and waited.
He'd been watching their family, there was no doubt of that. It showed in every little calculated step he took on legs not made for prowling. Little colt didn't realize most days that he was not made the same way as his daddy, as his playmates. As thoroughly equine as his dam, if only a bit more colorful. But if he didn't know any better, well, she didn't see any reason not to burst his bubble. Clearly, the boy was having fun.
@[devin] @[Kristin] Herd thread!
She almost wished she hadn't.
Her eyes rolled with quiet dismay, as the scene unfolded before her. There was a pool that their herd had claimed, cool mercy in summer's heat and welcome refreshment the rest of the year. She nudged the shoulder of the horse next to her, gesturing silently to the drama unfolding before them. A spindly shadow rippled through the grass, brindled in shades of green except where glossy brown eyes peeked out. She could only really catch the shape of her son when moved, slow as a snail on a leaf. At the edge of the water, a filly was standing. It didn't look like she knew what was coming up behind her.
Tick knew she could intervene. Should intervene, even. But the larger part of her also knew that this might end up being hilarious, and so she only watched, and waited.
He'd been watching their family, there was no doubt of that. It showed in every little calculated step he took on legs not made for prowling. Little colt didn't realize most days that he was not made the same way as his daddy, as his playmates. As thoroughly equine as his dam, if only a bit more colorful. But if he didn't know any better, well, she didn't see any reason not to burst his bubble. Clearly, the boy was having fun.
@[devin] @[Kristin] Herd thread!