[ mah HAH kahn HA ]
> none <
⬩ none ⬩
▻ no children (x none yet) ◅
He thought the whole lot of the Bay children were bonkers. His father and mother and Aunt Maziel seemed the only sensible beasts of the bunch [although he admittedly mostly knew the children and children sometimes didn’t reflect their parents]. The idea of wrangling these crazy youths was, to him, a taxing nightmare - but he certainly could not help but want to fill his father’s hoofprints nonetheless. Perhaps he could gather his wives, a word his mother used that seemed rare amongst horsekind, from outside the hemmed in Bay. That would be ideal, he thinks. The two nightmares that lived to torment him were certainly not on-menu, the young stallion thinks, and the too quiet Uprising and Hemming were hardly better.
What, then, was he supposed to look for? His mother was not meant for leadership, but she had his father’s favor and it was clear that she might step aside for another as she had always done with the famous Kohelet if it would not lose him heirship. Was that what a proper fella looked for? An amenable woman who sought nothing for herself but protection and offered affection in return?
It was hard, hearing the rumors of his father and finding himself in the midst of them. His mother, after all, gave no quarter to mistreatment -- was the world so sorely mistaken? Then he thinks of the Bay’s intake of captives and he wonders what in that there was to be good or bad. To some it was good, to others it was bad. The world, unlike his coat, was a myriad of gray areas. Did that mean that his ideal match was as gray in nature as the rest of the world - forgiving but unyielding?
He stands staring out at the vast open meadow of the bay, letting the sun soak his hide before he trekked into the shadow of the pines - where even in summer there was a cool wind to loosen their needles like falling spring petals.
PRINCE OF TINUVEL’S BAY
▻ stallion - desert bred mutt - black sabino - 16.0 hh - fell x mṛgaśira ◅