Come out of the mud, boy. Felony says, and Mikhail does as his father tells him, pulling himself from the mire at his hooves and settling himself on drier land. The mud is soupier in texture today, given the recent rains, it drips off his forelegs and pools at his hooves. I will be taking you out of the Lagoon today, the painted male says to him, and this piques the colt's interest. Since his birth, he had never once stepped hoof outside the Lagoon. He never really wondered why, but now that he is older and more aware, he figures it's because of his father's tendency to be possessive - especially of his mother. She had only left the Lagoon a handful of times that Mihkail could remember, and she never left without his father's permission, or accompanied by him.

Straightening himself, Mikhail speaks only briefly. "Where will we be going?" He asks as he waits for his father to lead the way out of the Lagoon. His heart races a little at the thought of leaving home, going beyond the borders and into the wild unknown that lay waiting for them. His mother had never really spoken of what was beyond the Lagoon's borders - perhaps she knew this day would come and did not want to spoil it for him. He wonders what it will be like. Will it be like the Lagoon, warm and humid and sunny? Will there be forests? Plains? Deserts? What kind of horses will he meet? What if he gets lost? He knows the answer to that question: if he were to become lost, his mother would come for him, surely, if Felony was unable to locate him (and she would be sure to give him a piece of her mind afterwards.) Mikhail almost smirks at the thought, but manages to keep his composure, his face betraying no emotion to the stallion before him.