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Re(1): I smell colors- foal thread

Tino was definitely getting confused with all the names, he knew he wasn’t going to remember them or who was who, the only one he knew for sure was Sara. He was also hesitant of how he was going to play with the small foals without hurting them, they were so much smaller than him.

Urmm Sara
he tried to whisper I’m kinda worried I’m going to hurt them whilst playing he said how do I play where I won’t hurt them? he was big, clumsy and still very inexperienced with other horses. Without his mum or Nico here he felt a little bit clueless and anxious being in a completely new situation.

He glance over to his mum and Nico, glad when Raini smiled with a nod of her head. The grey colt turned back to Sara who was much more his size to play with, in fact she was slightly taller than him and and had more weight behind her with Tino still growing. At 18 months old he was nearly fully grown in height.

Glancing at Sara when she said about playing Tino perked up. Sure he said with excitement but it dawn on him that she might not like playing the way he did Urmm how do you normally like to play? he asked, a little embarrassed that he was having to ask. Do you prefer play fight? or Racing or… he trailed off, he actually didn’t know any other way to play.


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