stallion | yearling | arabian mutt | red roan | 14.3 hh | the lagoon | rade x fatalé

Léon would always be the kind to go sniffing about. Still, being the youngest member of the Lagoon was waring on him. He had no one his age about and it was boring. The little red roan had darted about, but trying to put Rade out of his mind was getting more difficult. His mother had always told him to fight with your head, but his dad had gone after that palomino without hesitation. It had certainly been a strange thing. Then he heard a call.

It was definitely a mare.

What would a mare want with the Lagoon? That was enough to earn a canter as Léon headed towards the borders. He arrived a little late, of course, a dark tobiano was there. Well, that was fine. The scent on the male was familiar and so was a long-time Lagoonie. Lagoonie? Léon liked the sound of that. There was a boy about his age, but taller. Darn it, was everyone going to be taller than him? That was good enough.

There was a little filly too, with a really weird face. She seemed tired, but was looking around. Interesting enough. Léon trotted forward and took a position closer to the other colt. He looked up at Felony who’s attention was on the mother. He looked at the boy.

“Hi,” Léon greeted. He glanced at Felony. “I’m Léon. What’s your name?” Felony could talk business or whatever, he’d hang out with the first colt his age that he’d ever met.