Mom wanted to go. Kaden didn’t. He was a good son, but he just didn’t want to go. As soon as she’d taken to the sea in such a way that he was sure she wouldn’t notice, he’d turned and gone back. The colt was positively drained from the swim… it was hard work, keeping his dense little body afloat. It was something that he couldn’t help, fighting the surf was enough to take the breath out of his strong little lungs. The colt was developing well, but it wasn’t nearly enough for the swim and the full transition. The Luthien was his heart and soul at this point… it was the only home he knew. To pick up and leave would be blasphemy. Kaden pulled his shaking little buckskin body from the surf, shaking out like a soaked dog. He was soaked, straight down to the bones. He was an independent soul, and he’d been weaned for what felt like ages… in reality, he’d been off the teat for a couple weeks or so. A self-starter, a boy that would grow into an exceptional young man. Kaden knew it, he knew it already. The colt was bright, and the knowledge hung around his shoulders like a bizarre sort of cape. Bizarre was a good word. He couldn’t help it. He would be who he was. The colt realized that it wasn’t the Thicket that he’d come ashore upon. It was the Savanna either. This was an area he’d never formally seen, and now might be a good time. First though, he needed nourishment. Water was plentiful in the sea, but seawater wasn’t appropriate for drinking. That was something that he’d learned not so long ago… always learning, Kaden was. Things were happening so quickly around him that he couldn’t help but try to hold on. He was flying by the seat of his pants, all he could do was hold on. Kaden was holding fast, and it did him well. Just hold on tight, young man. He wandered through the denser parts of the forest, bright eyes searching for anyone who could maybe be of service. It wasn’t too long before he found the black and bay pair, a more brightly colored creature not far off. Kaden’s whicker is high and excited, a call that comes with a quicker pace. There’s water here too, and it makes his eyes light up even more. He’s coming in for a landing beside the pair of girls, watching a boy splashing about in the clear of the water. Kaden was a bright young man, and he had done well learning their language. A certain uprightness to his posture, a kindness on his face, he speaks. “Pardon me, but I was wondering if any of you would happen to know the way back to the Thicket.” Kaden peers at the pair of young women, and then to the colt. His head tilts to the side slightly, curious of ever. He worries about their reaction… he may have interrupted the play of siblings. The idea of brothers and sisters makes him wonder—he doesn’t have any of his own. The buckskin colt tries to push from his mind the fact that he’s an intruder in foreign lands. He just wants to go home. colt. fivemonths. buckskin (grey). johnny x adeliade. |