He’s never met the king before, but to the colt he is still the taller of the two of them (the fact that all other horses are much taller has registered, but is not significant to one so young as he). He’s also never met the stallion come to see the forest, or ever one that was capable of holding sand and master it. But still he goes to meet them.
He is rather silent, practised already simply by his nature of lurking, creeping around the forest, but he never goes unnoticed, not even in the dark, with those white patches on his back. One day he may not need to hide any more, although it is second nature to hide and learn from all there is to see in Sylva, without being seen himself.
But he is drawn out by fascination, and, ignoring most of the adult conversation taking place because it bores him when they talk politics, sneaks up and lowers his head at one of the hearts, the one lying closest to him. His eyes look up to the stallions curiously then, followed by a single question, out of the hundreds that surely rush forward to take it’s place. ”How did you get them out so whole?” His own little experience so far is that the tiny insect creatures do not have a heart to be seen, but whenever one would try to open the chest of a small bird or rabbit, the heart would be crushed and the blood would flow out of the pulp it had become. He’s never as of yet been capable of keeping them whole, so this man must be some kind of god or powerful magician to do so, he is sure. Even the king (mother told him that the pony with the red nose is the king of course) seems impressed.
Rajanish
screaming out loud
@[Lokii] baby adores you lol