06-16-2019, 09:59 PM
The stallion did not seem to be bothered by the myriad of activity occuring in the Meadow from the mares and their foals frolicking in the grass. For a minute, his eyes went up when he heard a couple of them squeal, but when he noticed one of them seemed to have tripped over something and had taken a harmless tumble, he returned to his grazing, not bothered enough for the matter to concern him.
Besides, the mares had it handled anyways.
Aten's thoughts, however, drifted into space, wondering how the other stallions, first time sires or not, were adjusting to this spring season. How were the new ones handling having a foal out in the world that shared their blood, that they should help take responsibility in raising? Aten had been lucky enough to have a sire who was around often enough in his early months to teach him what he had before the stallion had disappeared prior to the Reckoning. Other than that, he'd had to learn a lot himself, since he was separated from his dam and siblings within the same year.
The golden stallion often thought what it would be like for a foal to call him father, but at the same time, he was hesitant to even think of it. He didn't know what sort of a sire he'd be, since he'd had very little time with his own. How would he know what to do? What to teach the foal? How to treat the mare afterwards? What if she'd had other foals before the one they shared?
Before Aten knew it, his mind was racing, and he snorted loudly and shook his head to clear it. This was exactly the reason he didn't think about stuff like that; it eventually drove him crazy.
He settled back into his grazing again, enjoying the peace for a short while before a new voice, a mare's, cut into the silence. He was momentarily surprised that one had come this far to the Meadow's edge, since he was pretty far out himself, but he would not complain.
Aten lifted his head after swallowing his mouthful of grass to see who had come to visit him. The mare was a pretty young creature, with a strawberry roan coat darkened by a mane and tail several shades deeper than her hair. She had a pair of bird-like wings on her back that matched the color of her mane and tail, tall white hind stockings, white socks that went to about her pasterns, and a small white star placed perfectly in the center of her forehead.
She was shorter than Aten was by a decent amount, though the wings added to her profile. She also had a light shimmer to her coat, something Aten had seen in a couple of other horses before. She was just close enough that he could see her eyes, the stallion momentarily struck by their beautiful greenish hazel shading.
The mare began her greeting with a shy smile, and a hello before introducing herself by the name of Noah. Aten offered a sincere smile of his own before speaking in a calm tone, his baritone voice low and deep, rumbling in his chest.
"Pleasure to meet you Noah," he said with a dip of his head, "My name is Aten. Are you out here in the meadow enjoying the refreshing spring breeze as well?"
He would've asked if she called this place home, but the shifting wind brought a scent to his nostrils. It had a similar smell to Loess, a kingdom Aten had passed by a number of times, but different, telling him that she hailed from one of it's sublands, such as how the stallion himself hailed from a 'subterritory' to Nerine, a sister kingdom.
@[Noah]
Besides, the mares had it handled anyways.
Aten's thoughts, however, drifted into space, wondering how the other stallions, first time sires or not, were adjusting to this spring season. How were the new ones handling having a foal out in the world that shared their blood, that they should help take responsibility in raising? Aten had been lucky enough to have a sire who was around often enough in his early months to teach him what he had before the stallion had disappeared prior to the Reckoning. Other than that, he'd had to learn a lot himself, since he was separated from his dam and siblings within the same year.
The golden stallion often thought what it would be like for a foal to call him father, but at the same time, he was hesitant to even think of it. He didn't know what sort of a sire he'd be, since he'd had very little time with his own. How would he know what to do? What to teach the foal? How to treat the mare afterwards? What if she'd had other foals before the one they shared?
Before Aten knew it, his mind was racing, and he snorted loudly and shook his head to clear it. This was exactly the reason he didn't think about stuff like that; it eventually drove him crazy.
He settled back into his grazing again, enjoying the peace for a short while before a new voice, a mare's, cut into the silence. He was momentarily surprised that one had come this far to the Meadow's edge, since he was pretty far out himself, but he would not complain.
Aten lifted his head after swallowing his mouthful of grass to see who had come to visit him. The mare was a pretty young creature, with a strawberry roan coat darkened by a mane and tail several shades deeper than her hair. She had a pair of bird-like wings on her back that matched the color of her mane and tail, tall white hind stockings, white socks that went to about her pasterns, and a small white star placed perfectly in the center of her forehead.
She was shorter than Aten was by a decent amount, though the wings added to her profile. She also had a light shimmer to her coat, something Aten had seen in a couple of other horses before. She was just close enough that he could see her eyes, the stallion momentarily struck by their beautiful greenish hazel shading.
The mare began her greeting with a shy smile, and a hello before introducing herself by the name of Noah. Aten offered a sincere smile of his own before speaking in a calm tone, his baritone voice low and deep, rumbling in his chest.
"Pleasure to meet you Noah," he said with a dip of his head, "My name is Aten. Are you out here in the meadow enjoying the refreshing spring breeze as well?"
He would've asked if she called this place home, but the shifting wind brought a scent to his nostrils. It had a similar smell to Loess, a kingdom Aten had passed by a number of times, but different, telling him that she hailed from one of it's sublands, such as how the stallion himself hailed from a 'subterritory' to Nerine, a sister kingdom.
@[Noah]