:.:Remo:.:

The first thing the small colt noticed was how bright the sun was. As he walked alongside his mother his little head would tip backwards a few times to spy the bright thing in between the branches far above him. They had left their spot hidden deeper in the forest, and is was unknown to the boy where they were going now. To him, this was an adventure.

Giving a joyful bounce, he leaps ahead of his mother, eyes focusing on the yellow fluttering shape of a butterfly just ahead. He had no worries of anything bad happening to him for his mother was always there to keep him safe.

Leaping from side to side, his giggles were very loud. The butterfly fluttered upwards and he raised up to bat at the air with his little front legs, though gravity had different intentions and he tumbled over sideways in a fit of more laughter.
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Jabs had defiantly scented his favorite mare on the winds and was eagerly searching for her form among the trees. While he looked he paced along one of his well worn paths instead of weaving through the trees. For a while there he was worried something serious had truly befallen her and their new child, but after her scent came to him fresh as could be his nerves were finally put to ease.

He walked a bit faster when her scent became stronger than before, and it wasn't long before he came upon her. He had just rounded a sharp turn when he spies his love, and he would have kept walking if he hadn't caught site of a large dark bundle on the ground, its own face streaked with with a thin strip of white, not quite like jabs own broader one.

He stumbles forward, blinking slowly as if this is truly a dream and the figure would vanish, but no, the colt was still there. Sensing the gaze upon him, the colt stood and scrambled away to Cream's side again when he noticed the draft eying him. Jabs unfreezes slowly, approaching his mare while his eyes stayed on their son.

"He's amazing," he softly whispers, nose brushing hers before he peaks around her at the little guy.