let's begin feeding the sickness; any

[The Tin Man]

Hearts will never be practical,
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)

The Tin Man kept his gait to a lighter gallop once the filly snapped out of her fear--he did promise he wouldn't leave her, after all. And they forged across the shores to dry land, hopefully before the bay stallion and his opponent started fighting.

Once they were safe, however, the filly promptly informed him that she didn't know her dad besides his name, in the blunt way that foals usually did, and the Tin Man tossed his mane to try and shake off his awkward feelings. So the bay over there is a sperm-donor, he thought. Okay, then...

"Well..." Time to hope he didn't accidentally get caught in some family issues. "Do you know where your mom is?"

The Tin Man