Braylen had not expected the other colt to be so….. wiggly. Blue eyes widening he simply stares as the other colt bounces forward, thrusting his nose forward so that they may exchange breaths. Braylen does not allow his appearance to falter though, keeping himself held up as he flicks his gaze back to his father. “Yes” he answers, before looking back to Remo. There was no questioning who the bay boy’s father was, the Lead only a much larger and darker image of the boy. With a shake of his head so that his spikey mane ripples down his neck, Braylen turns away.
Steps confident and tail still held high, he moves into a trot and splashes into the water. The spray licks at his shoulders and sides and does little to hinder the painted boy. Lashing out with his front legs to make the splash even bigger, he turns so that he is again facing Remo. Water drips from his face, rolling down his neck and body into the rippling water. There is challenge in his blue eyes as a smile curls his lips. “Scared of a little water?” he questions before turning away to splash some more. He is not scared of the deep end, the knowledge to swim already instilled within his mind from Skylar. The mare had seemingly prepared him for everything, keeping in mind her own health and the possibilities of anything.
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