A mothers love is saying 'I told you so' Posted on February 13, 2025 at 07:13:18 PM by Tino
Tino smiled at Nico, the yearling was beginning to look up to him.
He frown a little What could the world be teaching me by taking my father from me? He asked, sadness in his voice, both for himself but also he’s mother.
Perking up when he starts talking about his son he asks How old is your son? eyes dancing with renewed excitement Do you think he’d play with me? He asks a little unsure. He was desperate to play with someone other than his his mother. Oh she had tried when he was a little younger but he soon became a bit too rough for her. He’d considered asking Nico but he wasn’t sure if stallions played. It seemed weird to ask him to play. To train him sure that was something he thought mature stallion would do with young colts like him.
With a sigh he added Its ok if he doesn’t want to though he added. He was unsure how old his son was. If he was older than Tino he might not want to play with him.
Listening to the rest of what Nico said he groan, patience. His least favourite word! Whyyy patience he practically whined like a young foal. He didn’t exactly have any of that stuff.