YOREN
colt; mutt; red roan; 15'2 wfg; meggieboo
'Mommy? will you play with me?'
the sweet innocent voice from the colt was to hard to bear. Neassa remembered those words from this morning, his constant cries of her not loving him until she actually gave in and started a game with him. A game of hide and seek. She was to hide and he was to seek. Seemed fair right? In truth, the roan mother was taking advantage of her role of hiding, moving quickly away from the colt whenever he neared, his voice calling out.
You'd think the fact that his mother hiding so well would upset dear Yoren, but no, he was having lots of fun. As soon as he lost track of her red tail, it would only spur him on to pursue her. He would win their game. Bounding through the trees around the clearing, free from snow from the summer heat his eyes catch the figures moving about the clearing and being as curious as he, stops to take a look. He can hear his mothers hoofs fading into the background, meaning she'd be hidden again for a while. She could wait thought, he decides.
He spies with his big brown orbs the shapes of two mares, ones he'd yet to meet. A small shape seemed to be by the paler lady, and the colt couldn't hide his excitement any further. That lady had a baby, and being a baby himself he knew that all the babies should stick together just as momma stuck with Solgar. Speaking of his 'Fa', Yoren spies the blue scared roan standing near the black. "Momma no like that," he pushes his lips forward into a thoughtful expression. It didn't occur to the young colt that his father would have other ladies and babies. To him, Solgar simply had him and Neassa.
Flaring his little nostrils, he steps forward into the clearing, heading for the group. He eyes the backsides of both his father and the ebony lady. He wondered where he should dare approach. When his eyes see no other solution than going to the middle, he does just that. Yoren greeted his sire with a little nicker before shoving his way between the stallion and mare. This was now his perch.
"Hi daddy," came his soft voice as he rubbed his red muzzle against the stallions shoulder. Turning his gaze away, he eyes the other foal and its mother with slanted back ears. He was not so keen on sharing as of yet. "Me and momma were playing hide and seek, but she is winning", he adds on after a moment, explaining the reason why his dam was not joining their group. The only reason Neassa was even winning was that she was very good at finding her own peace in her own little world. Some mothers needed space from a foal as clingy as Yoren.
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