Into the Unknown [O P E N]

[Baylen]

   The stallion seemed upset, like a storm on the verge of unleashing gales of wind and rainfall. His whole chest was heaving, and burros were more ... empathetic about others' feelings. He--whatever his name was--was obviously concerned about the lost one. When Baylen had asked what pal-o-min-o was, the burro had picked up a note of panic and irritation.

''Well, I've seen a lot of horses that look like that,'' Baylen considered, twitching a huge ivory ear, ''but no young ones that weren't accounted for.''

Baylen felt a little guilty he didn't know. He had been too busy pleasuring himself with food and dust. The equine stared at the ground for a second, paying attention to the any carrying a grub, and the little cracks in the dirt.
   His attention was changed when his large, tall ears channeled rustling noises to him.
A moment later, a small, grey-patchy pony emerged.
  
   ''Aye, there, Smidgy--er, Smidgen.'' Baylen brayed as she introduced herself. He remembered he hadn't done the same when the stallion had approached, and felt embarrassed. ''I am Baylen of the burros.''
Baylen ducked his head in respect.

Seirath--so his name was--asked where he was. Stupidly, in Baylen's opinion. How could he not know where he was?
''Your in the Field, mate.''