stallion | yearling | arabian mutt | red roan | 14.3 hh | the lagoon | rade x fatalé

Léon was done with girls at the moment. Or so he thought. Crow was being particularly unreceptive and other than that, while his wild running around the commons and meadow was relieving some of his anxious energy, he didn’t understand it. Today, though he was along the shoreline washing off some of the thicker mud. Or trying at least. His roan coat was a hot mess at the moment.

If Fatalé caught her boy right now, he’d be in for it. With his hair a bit ratty and his roan coat splattered with gunk from… something. He wasn’t quite sure what had been in the Paradise that the black mare knocked onto him. And his legs… well, it was hard to stay clean in the Lagoon.

Ears twitched though at the sound of someone having fun. It was a high pitched laugh. Either a filly or a young colt. Last he checked, there weren’t too many young colts in the Lagoon. Or fillies for that matter. Either way, he decided to take a look.

It was a filly younger than himself. She was a roan, with dark mane. She was definitely having a good time. She didn’t smell like the other mares though. That was probably a good thing. He shook himself and started towards her.

“Hi there!” He called out. “Can’t say I’ve seen you around before…” It was always a good way to start the conversation.