Sticks and Stones Posted on March 24, 2025 at 05:05:20 PM by Tino
The colt listened to the words of the mature stallion, the words ringing in his ears over and over again A stallion came upon our shore yesterday and took her those words they replayed again and again in the yearlings mind.
Who took her, where.. where did he take her he asked quietly, his whole body physically shaking, not that the colt seemed to notice. He took in shallow little gasps, trying to hold back his emotions, although not fully succeeding at that in that moment, scared and upset as he was.
He looked up at Nico, the yearling was tall, much like his Marwari sire had been, not that he’d even met him. I want to come with you he said attempting to steady the emotion lacing his voice.
When he again said about staying here his breathe hitched Why can’t I come he said, his voice a bit more higher in pitch, belying to his young age I wanna make sure my mum’s ok he said, his eyes looking glassy from unshed tears.
The colt had often run off from his mom when playing but they had never truly been apart and he was finding it hard to cope without her.