It is true, of course - Oren should definitely not be out and about on his own. But he had been preoccupied with the beetle, the butterfly, the hare and the bird, none of whom had wanted to talk go him. This man, though as unkempt as he may look (Oren honestly hadn’t noticed that, since it’s only his mother who grooms him, and he often ends up tangled up within an hour or so), is far more interesting in that way. He actually talks back! And answers questions! It’s Oren’s lucky day!
It is, indeed, a good thing he ran into a kind stranger, though not for the way Oren thinks (kind people answer questions!) but rather it is true what Elio thinks. Nevertheless, the conversation continues and the wide-eyed colt gasps with the answers. ”How can you walk and do nothing at the same time?” Wasn’t walking a thing? A deep thinking crease is momentarily visible (he would laugh and say he looked like Momma) but then his gasp coincides with a shocked look on his face. ”You’re six!?!” That must be even more ancient than Yan!
It is when Elio asks a question of his own, that Oren’s shock is turned from a weird-surprised into a fear-one. ”I’m... three?” he frowns his face. Three months that is, not three years. But with his life being so short he has no references. He looks down at his hoofs though, past the golden shimmer. ”I forgot to tell momma.” He shuffles his feet a little nervously, then looks up at the man. ”Please don’t tell her. She’ll be so super worried.” Sensitive as he is to another’s feelings, he had picked that up quickly. She always calls him back when he goes too far away, even if he can see her, it is not always the other way around.
@[elio]
It is, indeed, a good thing he ran into a kind stranger, though not for the way Oren thinks (kind people answer questions!) but rather it is true what Elio thinks. Nevertheless, the conversation continues and the wide-eyed colt gasps with the answers. ”How can you walk and do nothing at the same time?” Wasn’t walking a thing? A deep thinking crease is momentarily visible (he would laugh and say he looked like Momma) but then his gasp coincides with a shocked look on his face. ”You’re six!?!” That must be even more ancient than Yan!
It is when Elio asks a question of his own, that Oren’s shock is turned from a weird-surprised into a fear-one. ”I’m... three?” he frowns his face. Three months that is, not three years. But with his life being so short he has no references. He looks down at his hoofs though, past the golden shimmer. ”I forgot to tell momma.” He shuffles his feet a little nervously, then looks up at the man. ”Please don’t tell her. She’ll be so super worried.” Sensitive as he is to another’s feelings, he had picked that up quickly. She always calls him back when he goes too far away, even if he can see her, it is not always the other way around.
@[elio]