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

Léon was moody. Why was he moody? He kept replaying his father’s actions not too long ago over and over. Also his mother still hadn’t popped her brown and black head back into the Lagoon and he couldn’t track her down. Mares were annoying and he was getting anxious to do something. He danced about on his light feet. He’d been wanting to go explore for a while now. Perhaps he should actually do that rather than sit on his butt and do nothing.

He was interrupted from his musings by a call. Oh, now that was interesting. He tossed his head and cantered off towards the noise. He arrived and there was a black horse in the clearing. He eased up on his smooth, Arabian gait and looked around. There was also a colt his age, this one a dun he hadn’t met. But that wasn’t important, this colt was his age! He needed more friends his own age. Older stallions just had all this annoying baggage.

He trotted into the clearing.

“Hi there,” He said. His ears flicked as the colt spoke. He smiled. “I’m Léon. Where have you been hiding, Fiero? I’ve been the only colt in the Lagoon forever!” His voice extended the forever. It might have sounded a bit whiny or exasperated. In short, he had had no one to play with or drag into the trouble he craved. His eyes flashed to the dark stallion and once again Léon was reminded that he was a little guy with light hooves.

He was never going to live this down.