yoren
Colt - Mustang Crossbreed - red roan[ee aa Rr] - 15.2hh(wfg)
He was touching me.
With just that, Yoren had the courage to proceed with this meeting farther. Just the simple greeting touches were not enough. The roan colt wanted more, to know this man who his mother deemed as his father. Tossing his dam a look to gauge her reaction to what had happened, he expected her to be smiling down at him as always giving him that 'im so proud' look but no, she was staring at his father.
"Yoren," she says, and as if she were actually calling him, the boy gave a squeak. It wasn't clear to him that she was simply stating his name to Solgar, but he still responded. Blowing air through his red little nostrils, he moves away from Neassa who eyes him curiously before she too moves, this time backing away from the father and son. She'd give the pair their space while she rested.
Much as Solgar had done with the sniffing and prodding, Yoren investigated his father. He rounded the blue roans side, and stooped low enough to peek under the stallions belly. Nothing to special or to odd here. Pulling back, he moved to his fathers shoulder, hip brushing against his legs as the young colt stretched up as if to nip at the dark locks on the roans neck. Now this is what interested him. Mum kept her head up to high around him for him to do this, so maybe his father would be different. He just wanted to know why they had hair in high places unlike him
Don't give up because you're losing.
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