10-16-2018, 03:43 PM
This was his first time on his own. Not even a year old yet and his mother allowed him to wander without her, though it had taken some effort to convince her he’d be fine. She gave him permission quite reluctantly; he could easily tell she was worried, so he had planned on returning to her side before too long. The only reason she had allowed it was so that he could learn how to handle being away from others, and more importantly being away from her. He wouldn’t always be able to rely on her. He would need to think for himself, and be independent. If she waited too long to teach him these things it would make things more difficult for the both of them, so starting when he’s at such a young age was for the best.
She didn’t want him to be antisocial, though. She constantly told him how important it was to make friends, and that being alone too much would cause great damage to his heart in the long run. She gave an example of herself, telling him of her foolishness and how she had gotten with his father, Leilan. She had been desperate for friendship and love because she had been alone since she was but a filly, and because of it she payed the price. His mother never spoke ill of his father, however. And she always made it clear that she never regretted having him, and always reminded him of her love for. She explained what happened between her and his father and how he was born, choosing her words with upmost care. It was clear she had placed the blame upon herself, and somehow managed to understand why his father did what he did. She learned to accept it, little by little.
Thorgal often times wondered what his father was like, who he really was. His only memories of him were blurred and only fragments of them were accurate, for the last time, and only time, he had ever met his father was directly after his birth. Though his mother had no objection to his father coming to visit, he never came. Thorgal had no idea what kind of guy his father was, but assumed, and severely hoped, he wasn’t the same guy his mother knew. Apparently he had been quite popular with the mares. Thorgal was told that his father had been with more than just his mother, and sired other foals as a result, so he shouldn’t be surprised if he ever came across any of his siblings. Though they didn’t know how many he had, Thorgal knew they were out there, somewhere. Sometimes he even wondered who they were and what they were like. Would he ever meet them? Could they ever be friends?
He thought this to himself as he trotted across the land. His mother had shown him the majority of Nerine, but near the borders had yet to be visited by this curious colt. He had no intention of leaving; he just wished to see what lied at the edge before heading back to his mother’s side. But what he found there was quite unexpected.
Three foals -a blue roan filly, a bay roan tobiano colt with wings, and a black roan filly- and two adults. One was an unfamiliar mare that had an admittedly unnerving appearance in the eyes of the colt, and the other was a stallion. His memories of his father were as mentioned before, blurred and fragmented, but he knew the odd stallion as Leilan. He wasn’t surprised, though. His mother had said he was staying in Nerine as well, with another mare.
Ears raising, he trotted to the group and smiled. Kindness was something his mother had engraved in him, making sure he was always gentle towards others, especially strangers. This would help him make friends, she informed him. “Hello,” he greeted, his dark eyes gleaming brightly.
She didn’t want him to be antisocial, though. She constantly told him how important it was to make friends, and that being alone too much would cause great damage to his heart in the long run. She gave an example of herself, telling him of her foolishness and how she had gotten with his father, Leilan. She had been desperate for friendship and love because she had been alone since she was but a filly, and because of it she payed the price. His mother never spoke ill of his father, however. And she always made it clear that she never regretted having him, and always reminded him of her love for. She explained what happened between her and his father and how he was born, choosing her words with upmost care. It was clear she had placed the blame upon herself, and somehow managed to understand why his father did what he did. She learned to accept it, little by little.
Thorgal often times wondered what his father was like, who he really was. His only memories of him were blurred and only fragments of them were accurate, for the last time, and only time, he had ever met his father was directly after his birth. Though his mother had no objection to his father coming to visit, he never came. Thorgal had no idea what kind of guy his father was, but assumed, and severely hoped, he wasn’t the same guy his mother knew. Apparently he had been quite popular with the mares. Thorgal was told that his father had been with more than just his mother, and sired other foals as a result, so he shouldn’t be surprised if he ever came across any of his siblings. Though they didn’t know how many he had, Thorgal knew they were out there, somewhere. Sometimes he even wondered who they were and what they were like. Would he ever meet them? Could they ever be friends?
He thought this to himself as he trotted across the land. His mother had shown him the majority of Nerine, but near the borders had yet to be visited by this curious colt. He had no intention of leaving; he just wished to see what lied at the edge before heading back to his mother’s side. But what he found there was quite unexpected.
Three foals -a blue roan filly, a bay roan tobiano colt with wings, and a black roan filly- and two adults. One was an unfamiliar mare that had an admittedly unnerving appearance in the eyes of the colt, and the other was a stallion. His memories of his father were as mentioned before, blurred and fragmented, but he knew the odd stallion as Leilan. He wasn’t surprised, though. His mother had said he was staying in Nerine as well, with another mare.
Ears raising, he trotted to the group and smiled. Kindness was something his mother had engraved in him, making sure he was always gentle towards others, especially strangers. This would help him make friends, she informed him. “Hello,” he greeted, his dark eyes gleaming brightly.