[ mah HAH kahn HA ]
> none <
⬩ none ⬩
▻ no children (x none yet) ◅
He makes it. He makes it but not without a bit of a clip to his ankle that smarts when he lands. He flattens his curly ears, bucking a small kick at the log before he remembers that his parents might be watching. He had heard his father’s celebration, a smattering of staggered hooves, and he turns to see the landing.
When he spots them, his mother is looking at his father, stony faced - which he had taken to thinking meant she was proud… and then he looks at his father who pushes a kiss to her cheek. He whinnies, a short-tempered glimmer of his father but with all the impetuous impatience of youth rather than internal turmoil turned rancor.
Fell, making no mistake, is immediately on approach and his bone splattered son stomps his offended hind hoof to try and rid himself of the grimace that he would have been making if he hadn’t done it. The son and father snap their tails, the littler one of the son wagging more times than the thicker stallions tail allowed for Fell. "Teach," he hears from his father, the first word that was not his own name that Mahakanha had ever heard his father speak.
"Okay!" The boy is eager, instantly prancing in anticipation and easily forgetting the smarting ankle he had clipped, he dances in very much his mother’s cadence, side stepping and sidling. "You have to line up for it… make sure that you’re just running for the tall part. It’s too tall," He blurts, excitedly engaging in this new ‘teach dad class’ that Fell had incorporated into Maha’s bragging.
"Then you go real fast… and when your legs all go back, pull them up and just GO."
To his little son, cantering was indeed fast - at least when trying to calculate the jump ahead of him with an angled log. But still, amidst the canter, when all his legs pushed him forward while pressing back, he lifts his front ones - remembering better this time to pull his back ones up a little. "See!" He does not even seem to bother with the fact his mother did not, in fact, seem to be at all paying attention -- smiling demurely to herself and grazing by the wayside instead, basking in the perfection of a beautiful family.
PRINCE OF TINUVEL’S BAY
▻ stallion - desert bred mutt - black sabino - 16.0 hh - fell x mṛgaśira ◅