Fly Away

[Symba]

The past can hurt. But the way I see it,
you can either run from it or learn from it.

The young colt laughs and smiles as he plays with his mom. His mom.. He likes the sound of that. Of course he's never going to forget the mother who birthed him and laid lifeless next to him as he tried to get her up.

After his little bucking spree and galavant around the snow, he comes to a walk and goes back to Rhynne's side. He looks around and smiles. "Why aren't many horses here, mama?" he asks her, curious. He spots a small fawn over by the rocks and he smiles, wanting to play with it. "It looks like me!" He says excitedly.

He trots to the fawn before it prances away. Symba, curious as to how the fawn runs, tries to follow and copy that prance, except he can't figure out where to put his legs. He manages two prances before he stops short and lets out a shrill whinny before he flies into a snowbank. He pushes himself off with his front two legs to get out and he falls backwards again, but this time quickly gets up and trots over to Rhynne like nothing happened. He looks to Rhynne, unaware that is little golden buckskin face is now covered with snow and the black tufts of hair are white from the small balls of snow that hangs off it.

SYMBA

@Rhynne