Playground

The gawky boy gives a grin full of enthusiasm, which quickly fades into awe as Galil says she's never played in mud before. "Never played in mud before?! Well..lots of people don't like it, like my momma. She always thought it was gross." he rolls his eyes, large ears flicker in opposite directions. As much as the pale fjord boy missed his mother and wished he could remember her better, he didn't miss her nagging. She always dreaded to let him out of sight when the weather transitioned between dry seasons, and when it rained.

"Well there was some outside of this place, but I don't think the grown-ups really liked it when I started splashing in it." he chuckled lightly. "There's gotta be some around here somewhere. Its almost spring time! Thats the best time to play in mud, 'cus theres lots of it!" He begins to prance around in place before bounding off in a trot to find the biggest mud puddle he could manage for his newfound playmate. Mud was indeed Ratchet's favorite thing, it was hard to deny. His white coat was perfect for decorating with mud splatters!

He whirls around in his airy steps, so full of life and excitement. Ah, youth. He looks at the filly, the smile had never left his face from before. Rather, it grew bigger, if it were possible. "So where are you from? Do you live here?!" he speaks of the Playground itself, protected by the fairies. He hadn't had the chance to venture too far. In fact, Ratchet was easily amused and distracted. It was far too easy to get lost in his own little adventure in the here and now.

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