“Can we go back?” Comes the small, quiet voice of Marcelo’s blue-eyed twin. Marcelo turns his earthen eyes to Madison and smiles brightly, yet gently (the gentle smiles he reserved solely for his twin). He moves to her and nuzzles her cheek with brotherly love before shaking his head and giving an apologetic laugh. He couldn't leave now, not when he may be on the verge of making some friends. So far, their main interactions with the other members of the Peak had been bouncing around from mare to mare, either for milk or for just the general comfort of a mother’s touch, something neither of the twins had experienced since the day their own mother abandoned them in the middle of the night, leaving the pair to certain death, whether by starvation or wild animals.

But the pain and suffering they had experienced at such a young age in soon forgotten as a gleeful whinny and the sound of little, baby hooves galloping towards them is heard. Marcelo turns to face the oncoming playmate, while Madison gasps and jumps behind her brother in one swift movement, taken by surprise, and as always, nervous about any social interactions. She shouts a breathless greeting and Marcelo tosses his crimson head with tufts of flaxen that bob a top his nape. “Hi!” He says excitedly, his own toilet-brush tail whacking against his red rump, while Madison remains behind her brother, appreciating the barrier he provided. “Well, we were waiting for you of course,” he says brightly, earthen eyes growing bright with the excitement that makes his little heart race inside his youthful chest. “I’m Marcelo,” he says before side-stepping to reveal his red hair and icy-blue-eyed twin. “And this is my twin sister, Madison,” he says. Twin peaks press forward before flickering sideways at the sound of another approaching. It was Klara. Marcelo and Madison knew of her and had seen her a few times, though their interactions were brief. “Hey there, Klara, glad you could join us,” he says brightly, while Madison finally moves to the side of her brother, smily shyly at both the fillies who seemed eager to play. Bright blue eyes look to each of them in turn before she lowers head red head slightly, locks of crimson shining in the autumn sunshine. “Hello,” she says quietly, just barely above a whisper as she presses herself closer to her brother, finding solace in the warmth of her brother’s body.

“Soooo,” Marcelo draws out, impish grin stretching his cheeks. “What game ought we to play?” He asks, tilting his head, locks of cumulus falling slightly side ways. “Tag, hide and seek, we could go play king..er…queen of the mountain,” he says, laughing at himself for a moment, forgetting that he was in the minority here, the only other male in the land being Wade and another stallion. Madison giggles quietly at her brother, while Marcelo face lightens once more, eager to explore the land he has come to call his home.

x-marcelo & madison-x