We can not get out, as I slowly come alive
Its a tight squeeze, he didn't want to move. Didn't want to find out what lay on the other side, its not something that he can control though, being expelled against his will. The red coat gleaming wet under the new sun, its cold and he doesn't like it. Blinking his eyes he glares around himself. Its big, its open, its not home. Not the place that he has known for the last well the whole of his existance. Its dark, at least that much is familiar.
It takes him a moment, struggling to his feet, a moment to clean himself up, a moment to huff out all that crap in his nose. A moment to shake his head, and by the time he makes an effort to look around its impossible for him to see. He nickers for his mother, a soft whispy voice calling him forward. Stretching out his neck he casiously takes one step forward then another knobby knees wobbly with lack of usage. He whines slightly I'm hungry The voice just keeps traveling further and further away. As his nostrils flare to take in any familiar scents there is one that smells as sweet as candy.
Jowls water, and stomach growls. He follows not realizing that he is being led further away from his mother then closer. Eventually the trek leads him to a border, though he does not see it, not until he crosses and the sun peaks over the hills. He looks around blinking astonished, terror ruling him. The chestnut body quivers as he squeals dashing to the border only to be met with a wall. Where was his mother? Why were all these foals here? Who had called him here? His mind raced, before he catches sight of her...
Its a moment that he would never forget, a moment that he realizes truth for the first time. Standing amongst the lot of them a woman curls around a select few, and he wonders as to what is going on What are we doing here His words are bold, his voice commited, he had to know. No one was going to hide the truth from him. Not ever.
Scorpius