Indian Hemp liked the forest. It's gloom matched his mood at the time. He was a young stallion, full of angst and turmoil, fighting demons of his past. His build is ideal for navigating the spaces between the trees. Indian Hemp is not short, but he is very narrowly, built. His mane and tail are sparse, and fine, so he was never caught by the grabbing hands of dense underbrush, or snagged on low-hanging branches.
"I guess we are like neighbors.", Indian Hemp agrees, and for the first time in a long time he smiles a smile that's genuine. The generational gap between them does not appear to be a problem. Indian Hemp is growing more fond of this new acquaintance by the moment. First impressions begin to form a picture of a young stallion with a head on his shoulders and a heart in the right place. He is eager to join this one in the Lagoon. Maybe they can build a better bachelor herd than what was there before.
"I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself earlier." Indian Hemp chuckles under his breath. He has never been a social stallion. With age, he has become a bit more outgoing, but much of the awkwardness of his youth still remains. "I'm Indian Hemp."
Noting the angle of the sun, and and the fullness in his belly, Hemp looks to his new found companion. A clouded eye regards Kendry as if it can see more than a hazy shape. "Shall we head home then?"
Home. The word feels so foreign on his tongue.
"I guess we are like neighbors.", Indian Hemp agrees, and for the first time in a long time he smiles a smile that's genuine. The generational gap between them does not appear to be a problem. Indian Hemp is growing more fond of this new acquaintance by the moment. First impressions begin to form a picture of a young stallion with a head on his shoulders and a heart in the right place. He is eager to join this one in the Lagoon. Maybe they can build a better bachelor herd than what was there before.
"I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself earlier." Indian Hemp chuckles under his breath. He has never been a social stallion. With age, he has become a bit more outgoing, but much of the awkwardness of his youth still remains. "I'm Indian Hemp."
Noting the angle of the sun, and and the fullness in his belly, Hemp looks to his new found companion. A clouded eye regards Kendry as if it can see more than a hazy shape. "Shall we head home then?"
Home. The word feels so foreign on his tongue.