He’s too young to be swayed by beauty, whether it is naturally regular or supernaturally enhanced. Or maybe it’s just that he hasn’t reached a moment in time where he finds it alluring. Though that doesn’t mean it goes unnoticed. To him she is simply beautiful. Though in reality he doesn’t have much to compare her to. For the last two years he had been hidden away in his mother’s personal isolation and the only mares he had met were Evarae and her friend, Gossip.
He smiles as she sniffs at him warily and for a moment, he remembers having the same wariness when first venturing outside the borders of the Pampas. That being said it hadn’t lasted very long and as a result the blissful ignorance to all the dangers of the world had taken place. So far, his heart and mind expected only the good and fun of the world. While dangers lurked in the shadows, the young colt had yet to carry the weight of them within.
”Welcome to the Pampas, Aloy,” the colt says happily as he continues to hover above the river’s waters. ”My name is Picard!” He flutters towards solid ground, his small body gracefully passing by the mare before landing softly. Seemingly trotting in place he shakes his body slightly while in an attempt to remove the frost that was trying to build on his wings. ”You haven’t?, he questions.
”I’ve only ever seen these types of wings,” it’s true, so far. Though he doesn’t mention the only wings he had seen at this point in time were his own and his mothers. ”What do wings usually look like?” His curiosity is strong enough that he can’t stop the questions from coming. He steps towards the other. ”Are they like the eagles?”
PICARD
"the road from legitimate suspicion to rampant
paranoia is very much shorter than we think."