[ 1 year - 14.3 hh - arabian mutt - gold champagne, star - green eyes - no home ]
Until his parents figured out where they wanted to live, they were stuck on the crossing, which suited Chronos just fine. Here, there was always something going on. Other horses from all over the islands came and went and nobody seemed to stay long, which meant less horses to know his face when he pulled a prank on them. The golden colt was having the time of his life pulling on tails and planting crabs by unsuspecting legs. He also enjoyed waiting till a horse was sleeping and stepping on an annoyingly loud stick so as to wake them in a fit of terror that something was in the trees wanting to eat them. He was sure he was gaining some kind of name for himself, though it was probably only as a trickster or something like that. Oh well, he'd take what he could get.
There wasn't a lot of foals his own age though, which didn't really surprise the colt, but made things a little less interesting. After a while, it just got boring to pull tricks on the older horses. He wanted to run around and race someone. There wasn't so many adults that did that kind of stuff, not with a yearling, anyway. He was wandering through the meadow when he heard the small voice calling out from the beach. With a soft snort, the golden colt made his way toward the shore, though he was sure to keep himself hidden in the trees until he knew exactly what was going on. It could be a trick, after all. His green eyes peered through the branches at the small painted filly. She was smaller, younger than him. What was she doing here? She didn't seem to have a parent with her either. Interesting.
Chronos continued to watch her, even as she gave a more pitiful whinny calling out for someone. His ears flicked back at the sound and his hoof stomped the soft sand. Should he let her know he was there? When she started to move further inland on the grass, he stalked her from the shadows, his nostrils flared as he tried to pick up on where she came from. She smelled of another island, but not the one he was born on. He couldn't help but wonder how many islands there was around here. When the filly stopped at a patch of grass and laid down, his ears flicked back and he stopped to watch. What was she doing now? But she looked like she was going to stay there a while. Deciding it was now or never, he smirked as he lunged out of the trees, aiming to land as close to her as he could with his legs braced. "Boo!" He called out as loudly as he could.