Baltas is strolling through Hyaline's mountains when the whinny comes, high-pitched and desperate. Without hesitation, he breaks into a gallop toward the source of the noise. Thankfully, it isn't far away, and he is able to find the foal quickly. Seeing his condition really doesn't reassure Baltas. The colt looks exhausted - how far has he run? How old is he? Where is his mother? Bits of his last conversation with Kagerus drift through his mind: "I can summon things too, like wings..."
Or milk?
"Kagerus!" Baltas shouts. He doesn't know if she will be able to create milk for the foal, but even if she can't, perhaps as a mare she would know more about what to do. "Don't worry," he says, gently pressing his nose to the foal's shoulder. "You'll be safe." Baltas hopes that his worry does not show in his voice or on his face, the last thing he wants to do is distress the foal more. "I'm Baltas, what's your name?"
@[Kagerus]
Or milk?
"Kagerus!" Baltas shouts. He doesn't know if she will be able to create milk for the foal, but even if she can't, perhaps as a mare she would know more about what to do. "Don't worry," he says, gently pressing his nose to the foal's shoulder. "You'll be safe." Baltas hopes that his worry does not show in his voice or on his face, the last thing he wants to do is distress the foal more. "I'm Baltas, what's your name?"
@[Kagerus]