He's done nothing of any importance for the first two years of his life except live and grow within the deepest parts of the pampas at his mother's side. Under Evarae's watchful eye and Gossip's firm mentoring, Picard had shaped into a somewhat mature young colt. Though both had failed to teach him one thing, and that was how to find and use the magic within. Though that being said, the colt had never really shown definitive signs that he was capable of much if anything at all.
Over the past two short years the only signs of the magic that was growing within him were the way the shadows pulsed around him according to his heartbeat. With each thump of his heart the shadows would reach for him as though they were drawn to him. Maybe they were. Whether or not he'd discover the truth now or later had yet to be determined. This meant that for now he was just ordinary and it was something he had willingly come to terms with. So once he reached the age of two, the "ordinary" spotted colt found himself venturing away from his mother's nesting grounds and further into the wide open spaces of the Pampas.
Under his hooves lay the carcasses of the dying flowers that spent most of the year in bloom and giving the territory a unique draw among all of the Beqanna residents that knew about them. Their drug like properties had been described to him by Gossip and his mother, though the colt had never tried inhaling their pollen. He's certain if he had tried that his mother would have murdered him right then and there for participating in "grown up activities".
Though now that he stands amongst the dying red petals, he wonders how he had allowed himself to grow up so sheltered. How had he never challenged her? How had he allowed her to keep him hidden away under the premise that it was in his best interest? It's questions he honestly can't answer and so he stands there wondering what life would have been like if it had been the opposite. It's only when he hears the crunch of hoofbeats that he turns his delicately shaped head towards the noise, an eye searching for the other. "Hello," he says quietly when he finally catches sight of them.
PICARD
"the road from legitimate suspicion to rampant
paranoia is very much shorter than we think."