09-06-2016, 05:47 PM
Dovev
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He was such a handsome colt, sleek black with an artist's stroke of white spattering. There was something about him... You couldn't quite place.
It wasn't his figure, for he was full and rounded and not at all like a child of his age, but as if he carried the muscle tone of a young man.
It wasn't his eyes. Black as pitch they seemed a bottomless source of calm allure.
In his smile rest a boyish charm, much as it did now as he peered up at the bay mare serenely. He'd trotted over quietly when he saw her, innocently attracted to her beauty and grace. Like a magnet, she had pulled him. He couldn't even remember what he was doing before this moment.
What is 'mother'? he asked her passively. He had heard it in passing and was unfamiliar with the term. Young and intelligent, he pondered on it silently, treating the question as hypothetical. Obsidian eyes scanned around them, cataloguing all.
He had observed that ones as small as he were often paired by an adult; a female. He supposed that must be it. It was, after all, when he had heard the younger ones name the elder ones thus. At first, he thought it just a name. But with how often he'd heard a child call a mare, and another child call another mare... Yes, that must be it. All mares must be this 'mother'.
He wondered why he had not been paired with one, and his gaze came back around to her. I've seen children. They have their own mare that they've named 'mother'. Are you Mother, too? he asked calmly with a little tilt to his head. Big eyes watched her carefully, observing every swish of her tail or blink of her lovely lashes.
It wasn't his figure, for he was full and rounded and not at all like a child of his age, but as if he carried the muscle tone of a young man.
It wasn't his eyes. Black as pitch they seemed a bottomless source of calm allure.
In his smile rest a boyish charm, much as it did now as he peered up at the bay mare serenely. He'd trotted over quietly when he saw her, innocently attracted to her beauty and grace. Like a magnet, she had pulled him. He couldn't even remember what he was doing before this moment.
What is 'mother'? he asked her passively. He had heard it in passing and was unfamiliar with the term. Young and intelligent, he pondered on it silently, treating the question as hypothetical. Obsidian eyes scanned around them, cataloguing all.
He had observed that ones as small as he were often paired by an adult; a female. He supposed that must be it. It was, after all, when he had heard the younger ones name the elder ones thus. At first, he thought it just a name. But with how often he'd heard a child call a mare, and another child call another mare... Yes, that must be it. All mares must be this 'mother'.
He wondered why he had not been paired with one, and his gaze came back around to her. I've seen children. They have their own mare that they've named 'mother'. Are you Mother, too? he asked calmly with a little tilt to his head. Big eyes watched her carefully, observing every swish of her tail or blink of her lovely lashes.
