The colt is ignorant to the goings-on outside his sphere of comfort; the happy bubble of his reunion with mother and brother cannot be pierced by even the most solemn of conversation between the adults. Focusing on Jabberwocky during Aliyana's apparent distraction, Baldur squeals indignantly as the scraggly beginnings of his mane are seized, his little ears swiveling back to pin against a skull that matches his brother's in conformation, right down to the prominent Roman nose that now bumped into the black colt's chest as Balderdash sought to free himself of his elder sibling's grasp.

Their brief moment of play is interrupted by the attentions of their dam, however, and Baldur eagerly returns the gentle nip of affection as Aliyana speaks. He does not quite understand her words; his abandonment at such a young age had the unfortunate side-effect of him not fully comprehending the meaning of the concepts of mother and father. But he grasped the importance of what she had said, and he understood that his mama was trying to express to him that this stranger, this grullo stallion, was one to be included in their intimate circle of family. And though he might not have words to go with the emotion that swelled in his chest whenever Aliyana and Jabberwocky were near, Baldur knew family.

And they were everything to him.

He is meeker, however, as he follows his sibling to Nikola's side; there is a reservation in his gaze that is mature beyond the single year he cannot yet count. Though he would never know anything more than the white hue of her coat and the faint memory of her scent, he will never forget the one who had birthed and abandoned him, and is not as pure, not as ready to trust and surrender of himself and his heart as his sibling is. Still characteristically silent, he does not address Nikola directly, but rather brushes his muzzle tentatively across the stallion's chest before, with a gentle huff, he folds his limbs beneath him gracefully and settles himself in for a nap up against one of the iron-hided brute's legs.

It had been a long and trying day, and as the comforting presence of his family eased the remaining dark memories from his mind, a new sort of darkness overcame him; Baldur's eyelids dropped down to cover his gaze, and soon his chest was rising and falling in the rhythmic pattern of sleep.


stallion .. mixed .. fouteen.three [wfg] .. newborn .. spotted chestnut sabino [ee/aa/Lplp/nSb] .. reba
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