Playing with the other foals hasn’t really been a priority for him, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. He missed his mother a lot and he didn’t want to put her reason for sending him here in vain. Lorcan was learning from his father just like his dam had wanted. Ysabel wanted him to learn the ways of a true gentlemen. How to treat a mare in a way that was unlike the others in the islands. He thought he could just learn from Solomon cause the stallion didn’t seem too bad, but Ysabel says he had some bad habits she didn’t want him picking up on. His father, on the other hand, was said to be pure hearted. He did things only for the greater good and he was only built to share his bed with very little females. Lorcan was to be proud, righteous, and careful in the ways of love.

But those were all things the older version on him should be worrying about. Father was busy lately so maybe it was time he got to know the foals in the Ridge. It was time he became the foal he was. When Roisin came to him in such a hurry, he was worried something was wrong. He quickly learned (as he followed) that nothing was wrong. At least nothing major. The filly just wanted to cheer up her friend and he had no quarrels being a part of that. This did go along with his teachings didn’t it? Lorcan prances along behind the filly as she travels around the Ridge gathering up the rest of the children. This was the first time they have all been near each other at the same time so seeing all their faces was amazing.

Pale ears perk as Roisin speaks like the foal ring leader she was. He saw something cool in the young girl. One day she may be a leader herself speaking to a much larger group with much older horses. A grin spreads over his lips at the thought of getting to know her right now when she was still young. One day he may be able to tell the story to someone else how he met Roisin. He chuckles at her interactive storytelling and nods as she asks if they were ready. Mud would be fun to fling on this Iscariot, but he had a feeling Roisin would enjoy something a little more girly so he had grabbed some brown feathers he had found on the ground. Not too feminine, but still pretty cool.