10-06-2020, 03:55 PM
Tiny hooves scattered sand in every direction as a soft brown colt galloped down the shore. His pink nostrils quivered in the fresh morning air, thin fingers of dawn pinkening the sky where it touched the endless sea. Huffing and puffing, his thin chest expanded with salty air.
His brothers were off on their own adventures. Seeking their own fortunes in the big wide world. Halcyon off being a warrior, Cormorant trying on diplomacy for size. Marianas doing whatever it was that Marianas did when he disappeared. No one seemed to have time for the youngest of them.
He grunted, kicking at the sand in a bored tiff. It was barely even morning and already today seemed too long. Torrent dropped to his knees, then leaned into a long roll that clotted sand in his hair and left fragments of shell and driftwood stuck to his topline. It relieved an itch, even if it didn't leave him any more entertained. There had to be other foals here. Someone to play with, if his own siblings were too busy.
That would be his quest then. Today, he would find someone to play with. He dashed in a circle, excited even if he wasn't sure what the first part of finding a playmate was. "If I was a foal, where would I play?" He asked aloud, looking up and down the shoreline. Shrugging, he trotted up the trail he thought probably would take him inland a bit. Maybe there was some kind of baby meadow in there. Not that he was a baby.
His brothers were off on their own adventures. Seeking their own fortunes in the big wide world. Halcyon off being a warrior, Cormorant trying on diplomacy for size. Marianas doing whatever it was that Marianas did when he disappeared. No one seemed to have time for the youngest of them.
He grunted, kicking at the sand in a bored tiff. It was barely even morning and already today seemed too long. Torrent dropped to his knees, then leaned into a long roll that clotted sand in his hair and left fragments of shell and driftwood stuck to his topline. It relieved an itch, even if it didn't leave him any more entertained. There had to be other foals here. Someone to play with, if his own siblings were too busy.
That would be his quest then. Today, he would find someone to play with. He dashed in a circle, excited even if he wasn't sure what the first part of finding a playmate was. "If I was a foal, where would I play?" He asked aloud, looking up and down the shoreline. Shrugging, he trotted up the trail he thought probably would take him inland a bit. Maybe there was some kind of baby meadow in there. Not that he was a baby.