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Ennuis had already run off for a foal when Dragon finally became curious. He would rather like to see his son’s second foal, which he believed was the other mare’s foal. Vega was her name, if he was correct. He had seen a chestnut filly prancing around Rory, and he had seen Vega’s belly getting plump. He wondered how his son dealt with the foals, if he chatting with their mothers and watched the foal and Dragon did, or if he did something else. So when Ennuis trotted off, Dragon followed him.

The fresh foal scent hit Dragon, and he struggled not to break out into a gallop. Something about the scent made him want to go and see the new foal. He wanted to dance around it, and he wanted to celebrate with the whole herd. When the mare, the foal, and Ennuis’ scent mingled together, Dragon turned around the corner and stopped. A colt was standing, rooted to the spot it seemed. Ennuis was exactly the same way, staring at the colt as though it was a dead fish.

Dragon trotted up to his son’s side, giving him a questioning look. "I can’t do this." Ennuis nuzzled Vega before turning and break into a gallop, right back to the herd. Dragon stared after the chestnut boy, but quickly turned his head towards Vega. "Something must be wrong, hm?" Slowly, he walked towards the foal, stopping a few paces away so that the mare wasn’t uncomfortable. He lowered his head, watching the colt’s ears flick at different sounds. He had heard the colt whinny before he had come into the area too.

The foal could not be deaf of mute, and Dragon was almost scared to look into the colt’s eyes. When he finally did, he understood Ennuis leaving, and he sighed. The colt’s eyes were covered in a milky white color, like Kyuui’s. The colt was blind, like Ennuis’ dam. Dragon wondered why exactly his son had left, though. He would’ve stayed, no matter what. Then again, Ennuis was not like The Dragon.

The black stallion lifted his head, gazing at Vega. He sighed once more before continuing to speak. "The colt is blind, as Ennuis’ mother is." He paused, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof. "I don’t know why he has fled, but I’m guessing he is very sensitive about his mother and..." He didn’t know how to continue. His head dropped a little, finally letting out the words he was holding back, ones that really almost made no sense. "I’m sorry."

He stood, waiting for Vega’s reaction.

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