Meadow

(thinking we end this to catch up to the present Inlet thread.)

Confidence was something the young boy was not short of. He went after mares of all shapes and sizes, of all ages, even though he was currently small and not so mighty. The first mare he went for was Xiomara, the skull-faced warrior Queen of the Shore. At the time she had just unseated his father becoming the Queen of the Inlet. Ironclad was just six months old, but he followed Xiomara around like her own personal puppy. Now he was growing into a mature stallion seeking out mares of his own and attempting to build his first herd. He was waiting for the day his father finally handed over the kingdom to his twin and himself.

Even though this was play, he has never truly received a wound from another horse aside from his parent's nips. Her hind leg scrapes across his leg directly after he nipped her to which he naturally leans his body away from her. His ears flatten at the sensation that lightly stings his leg before distracting himself with a remark of confidence to the painted filly. The attitude of this girl makes him laugh as he watches her eyes roll. She was defiantly fun, wild, nothing like the fillies he had back home. He slows with her but dodges her next attack as he expected it out of her.

Ironclad wasn't normally rough so he didn't particularly like all the nipping and kicking, but the chasing part was fun. He watches her curiously as remarks there were other things to be measured. He was confused but attempted to drive her like he saw his father do before to a mare, but she shoved back. He never remembered seeing a mare shove back before so surprise overtook his features. It was becoming obvious quickly that this filly was too much for him. Being distracted, his trips over her front leg which she deliberately stuck out.

He crashes to the meadow's floor with a thud, tangled in a mess of legs. Blue eyes look up in astonishment as the painted filly giggles and continues to buck in triumph. She turns to face him, hoof stomping on the grass, and he immediately gulps. Okay now, this filly was scary. I wouldn't say his confidence was shattered, but he was afraid to continue this play with this filly. Ironclad had never truly roughhoused before expect for little squabbles with his twin and he was afraid to get hurt.

"That was fun, he lies through his teeth as he stands. Dark ears flicker like he was hearing something in the distance. Do you hear that? I think my mother is calling me home. He grins sheepishly. "It as fun playing with you!" The darkening colt then turns and gallops towards the sea and away from the crazy filly before she could beat him up too badly.