"Your momma did?! With bigger spots? he exclaims excitedly, as his brilliantly blue eyes look up at the spotted girl with admiration.
"I want spots... How do I get them?" he muses aloud, his excitement vibrating his smoky grullo coat splotched with onyx and white.
"Do I have to be really nice? And not pick on the other foals?" he asks again, the millions of questions bumping around in his mind.
"Like sometimes, I pick on the other foals, but I don't mean to..."
But he doesn't have any more time to muse over the other foals when she asks him about all of his favorite things. His bright eyes twinkle with excitement.
"Im not kidding! We do!" he nods his delicate crown, enthusiastically up and down.
He is overjoyed when after turning to go up the beach, she followed after him. And she even told him her name. His eyes grow wide as Siobhan even offers for him to give her a nickname.
"Spotted girl," he says with a proud raise of his head. Yes, or spots? Or best friend? He turns his head up to look at the girl.
"Or spots? Or best friend?" he is giddy knowing that he has a best friend, his hooves dance across the sandy shore.
"Follow me, I will show you where the waterfalls are, and the birds, and..." he trails off as he disappears into the thick jungle foliage. His fuzzy ears rotate behind him, listening for hooves before pushing further into the jungle. He knows the way, he has been on this trail many times before. He struts beneath the canopy, his thin silvery tufts of mane flow from his proudly arched neck. He has a new friend and he is gonna show her his favorite things.
It is not long before he finds the babbling brook that leads to the waterfall, a smile spreads across his lips as he sees his father.
"Papa! I found a friend!" he exclaims as he bounds up to his father out of breath. Björn turns his bald face to look proudly at his son as he comes leaping toward him, and his glacial eyes fondly look at Siobhan as she emerges from the shadows of the jungle.
"Oh you did?" Björn asks as he fondly lips the silvery tufts of mane that sprout from the colts neck. He lifts his gaze to Siobhan, and moves closer to her past Sigurdr as the colt trots off to investigate the bubbling brook just a few feet away.
"I hope you didn't wait too long on the shore, I meant to come to you earlier... but business called on the other side of the Ridge," he says aloud as his glacial eyes settle on her.
"Was he behaving himself?" he asks as he turns his glacial eyes on his son, who flicks a fuzzy ear and jerks his crown up at the mention of behaving.
"Papa! I always behave! Your embarrassing me in front of MY spotted girl," he whines as he ventures closer to the his father and his best friend. A smile touches Björn's lips as he lovingly reaches for his son.
"Yours huh? Ill fight you for her," he jovially says as he bumps his son's shoulder.
Sigurðr playfully kicks out at his father as he bumps his shoulder. His ears laced against his neck as he moves between his spotted girl and father.
Papa, I'm faster and stronger... and spotted girl likes me," he says with a proud lift of his crown and satisfied smirk on his lips.
"I've already won."