11-21-2019, 12:36 PM
Kalil's first winter caught within Taiga's forest left the colt eager to get out and explore once the last traces of snow left the ground. Aten and Lethia also wished to keep him close since a storm seemed to be brewing among some residents of Taiga and Loess. The yearling had yet to learn of the darkness that could be stirred through words and bloodshed, and Aten was glad to keep him from that world until he was older.
But Kalil, much like his sire had been, was unnaturally perceptive. Even without details, he just seemed to know that something wasn't right in his home. Only a year, and he was just as adept at listening to the wood and the trees as both of his parents were, despite Aten's years living there that easily outnumbered a good measure of residents that currently did.
When the remaining traces of snow melted and Beqanna gave way to the warmth of spring's grip that brought forward new life, Aten was also eager to get out and stretch his legs. Having been grazing near his family as usual on the morning he decided to head out, Kalil heard his sire's plan and was all too excited to tell him he wanted to go too. Since the weather was much nicer now, and things almost seemed to have calmed down for a moment, Aten agreed, promising Lethia he would watch over their son.
They made the day-long journey to the Field without stopping much, resting for the night when they were close enough so they would be fresh and ready to greet others come the morning hours. Kalil settled in near his sire as they grazed on the fresh spring grass throughout the night, taking turns to rest and sleep while the other grazed and kept watch for any signs of danger.
When dawn rose and both sire and son were awake, Aten led his son to a nearby source of water so they could have a drink before they continued on. They could tell they were close to the field when they saw a good number of horses, foals included, clustered in groups, which Aten told Kalil was pretty normal for the field since mares who birthed foals and didn't have a home were frequently found here so they could still remain in groups and be safe.
Kalil's budding questions were easily answered by his sire, and the colt's curiosity was insatiable. Aten made sure to tell him to be careful of mares with their newborns though, that even if one was trying to be polite and perhaps offer them a home if they were in search of one, they could be very defensive and protective of their newborns and wouldn't appreciate two strangers venturing so close.
Their search hadn't been going on for many long hours before Kalil spotted something in the distance, two horses standing at the top of the field's hills near the direction of the forest. Aten followed his son's gaze, silently wondering what two horses were doing up there, away from the groups, preferring each other's company instead.
Aten motioned for his son to follow, saying he didn't find any reason they couldn't go investigate. Kalil eagerly turned and followed his sire, the colt's legs, though still long and gangly, easily helping him keep up. Aten often joked that his son with Lethia was definitely developing better that Ten himself had at this age. He had been all leg and no muscle as a yearling, but looking at Kalil in comparison, even with long legs, his body was already thick with muscle, his chest pronounced, jawline proud, eyes fine, and tapered muzzle setting off characteristics he inherited from both of his parents. He was definitely a fine colt, a son that made Aten and Lethia very proud.
Both slowed their gait to a walk as they approached the two ahead of them, with Aten stepping forward to greet them first.
"Good morning. I hope I find you both in good health today," he greeted in his usual fashion. Aten dipped his head as a sign of 'hello', Kalil imitating his sire. "What brings you out into the fresh spring Field today?"
@[Brine]
But Kalil, much like his sire had been, was unnaturally perceptive. Even without details, he just seemed to know that something wasn't right in his home. Only a year, and he was just as adept at listening to the wood and the trees as both of his parents were, despite Aten's years living there that easily outnumbered a good measure of residents that currently did.
When the remaining traces of snow melted and Beqanna gave way to the warmth of spring's grip that brought forward new life, Aten was also eager to get out and stretch his legs. Having been grazing near his family as usual on the morning he decided to head out, Kalil heard his sire's plan and was all too excited to tell him he wanted to go too. Since the weather was much nicer now, and things almost seemed to have calmed down for a moment, Aten agreed, promising Lethia he would watch over their son.
They made the day-long journey to the Field without stopping much, resting for the night when they were close enough so they would be fresh and ready to greet others come the morning hours. Kalil settled in near his sire as they grazed on the fresh spring grass throughout the night, taking turns to rest and sleep while the other grazed and kept watch for any signs of danger.
When dawn rose and both sire and son were awake, Aten led his son to a nearby source of water so they could have a drink before they continued on. They could tell they were close to the field when they saw a good number of horses, foals included, clustered in groups, which Aten told Kalil was pretty normal for the field since mares who birthed foals and didn't have a home were frequently found here so they could still remain in groups and be safe.
Kalil's budding questions were easily answered by his sire, and the colt's curiosity was insatiable. Aten made sure to tell him to be careful of mares with their newborns though, that even if one was trying to be polite and perhaps offer them a home if they were in search of one, they could be very defensive and protective of their newborns and wouldn't appreciate two strangers venturing so close.
Their search hadn't been going on for many long hours before Kalil spotted something in the distance, two horses standing at the top of the field's hills near the direction of the forest. Aten followed his son's gaze, silently wondering what two horses were doing up there, away from the groups, preferring each other's company instead.
Aten motioned for his son to follow, saying he didn't find any reason they couldn't go investigate. Kalil eagerly turned and followed his sire, the colt's legs, though still long and gangly, easily helping him keep up. Aten often joked that his son with Lethia was definitely developing better that Ten himself had at this age. He had been all leg and no muscle as a yearling, but looking at Kalil in comparison, even with long legs, his body was already thick with muscle, his chest pronounced, jawline proud, eyes fine, and tapered muzzle setting off characteristics he inherited from both of his parents. He was definitely a fine colt, a son that made Aten and Lethia very proud.
Both slowed their gait to a walk as they approached the two ahead of them, with Aten stepping forward to greet them first.
"Good morning. I hope I find you both in good health today," he greeted in his usual fashion. Aten dipped his head as a sign of 'hello', Kalil imitating his sire. "What brings you out into the fresh spring Field today?"
@[Brine]