A sideways glance from Below as the colt tentatively stuck his leg in again. Perhaps it wasn't too bad, just here on the edges. He gave a skeptical look at the pooled water in the middle, out there now, that was different. He knew he would likely drown just as the silvered bay has suggested, because Below was never taught how to swim. He steps back as the man enters the water himself, avoiding the water as it rushes in wide ripples away from the stallions body, splashing against the shoreline. Well then, maybe he could get in as well, just here on the shallow end, that wouldn't be so bad right?
His teeth knock against the waters chill, though it is hot outside the water still has a jolting bite in his opinion. It was a drastic change from one temperature to the next and he held very still trying to adjust. Sucked in? He gulps, the colt had not thought of that outcome, hadn't even known it was possible, eyes widening at this bit of information. "Sucked in? Who knew the water was so dangerous." He was afraid to move now, not wanting to test the new found knowledge and meet his untimely demise. "I think I's good right here." The water was barely tickling his stomach better safe than sorry he thought, besides his overlong mane and tail become stringy when wet, much to his displeasure. Soaked tendrils grabbed at his legs like weeds and he thought they felt gross as well, slimy even. This was not what he had in mind.
"Always brown? How strange, didn't your ma have no pretty colors too? What about the other horses here, are they brown too?" Below was for the first time, starting to think that maybe he was the odd one. "That mus' be awful boring. Gray instead of something nicer, prettier. Why not gold instead, oh, oh why not blue?" Yes, this older man would look nice with a spattering of blue hairs instead of gray he thought. Hadn't he got to choose what color he was turning? Maybe he needed someone to help him pick better colors, well, Below was just right for that job
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