Despite his mother completely forgetting the situation, which he isn't at all surprised at, he watches her momentarily pause in her lovestruck gaze, and wander back to his side where he places his teeth in her mane. Even when he was a mere colt, it seemed he did the most scolding. Styrke's call seemed to bring her back into focus, but he still did see the long lingering glances she threw his fathers way. He could only sigh and dip his head in embarrassment. You'd think she was the child. Flicking his tail against his hocks, he eyes the new beast that was coming to join them. Already, Jierda did not like the man, for his eyes were on his mother.
He wondered what this golden brute has done to earn such anger from his sire, and create such mixed emotions in his dam. Tossing a look to his left, he looks over Clytie's face expecting her to pay attention to the men, but her eyes seemed far away as they flickered across the jungle ahead. She was searching, but for what? Deciding not to intertwine himself into her worries once more, he focuses on his father and the strange stallion, while still rubbing circles into his mothers back with his chin. He still cant help but wonder the ties this stallion had with his small family. This could prove to be an entertaining conversation, and for once, Jierda, he winced at the name, was glad he'd follow after his mum and Da.
He watched the two beasts with blazing gold eyes.
- B L A E Z
brute - chestnut tobiano - 15.2 - 4 |