11-20-2015, 10:38 PM
Azariel couldnt help but think he would be here a very long time. He was cold enough as it was, and he assumed nightfall would be dreadful. Even more so than right now. He was lost in his thoughts and glaring and childishness that he hadn't even noticed the sounds of another approaching , not noticing until the other was upon him.
Azariel couldn't help the small jump, something that he would deny till the day he died if it was up to him. He studied the small mare as she spoke. She seemed so kind, and her accent seemed to calm him. Wichita she said her name was. Is was a nice name. A nice name for a nice mare. "I'm Azariel. At least, that's what Mother called me" he said. His name could have been something different maybe. But he liked what he was called. His tone was sad, though there was inflections of hurt and a bit of anger.
"Its very nice to meet you, Ma'am" Azariel said. He assumed it was, it seemed to be something people said to be respectful. And he was nothing if not respectful. It was another reason he could not understand his Mother abandoning him. He was well behaved compared to other colts he had seen. He couldn't wrap his young mind around any reason that could be given to him, and it would just be another mystery to him.