Sticks and Stones Can Break Your Bones Posted on June 13, 2025 at 09:10:42 AM by Tino
The greying colt was wandering aimlessly, unsure of himself or where his role in this world was heading. He knew his mother would be busy with the new foal, his half brother and Nico’s true son. He was pleased to have a baby brother but at the same time it left him feeling a little lost. The foal was so small and fragile, he was afraid to spend time with the little one for fear of hurting him. He wasn’t really use to being around something so small and he himself could admit he could be a bit clumsy.
At two years old he was taller than his mother now, long legged and lanky like most his age he was almost up to his 16.2hh height he would mature at but lacked the bulk that age would bring to him. He mind often travelled back to what Nico had said to him when his mother was taken "I spoke with your mother before she was taken about adopting you. I could never replace your real father, but I hope that one day you will see me as a parental figure. He’d been too upset at the time to reply to the stallion and now didn’t know how to bring it back up in conversation. In truth he looked up to Nico, saw him as a parental figure but there was some worry worming its way into his mind that thought Nico wouldn’t treat him and Storm the same, since storm was Nico’s biological son and Tino wasn’t.
With a sigh he continued walking, his young mind confusing him all the time when he heard a call, head coming up high as his ears swivelled to locate the source, with a rough idea of its location he picked up a brisk trot. He wasn’t rushing, the call hadn’t sounded like one of distress and it sounded familiar, like one of the herd but he wasn’t familiar enough to work out whose it was.
He slowed as he saw Parvati, his eyes sweeping over the area, not noticing the foal who was on the other side of her as he approached, Parvati, are you.. his words stopped abruptly as he saw the young foal behind her. His eyes wide as he stopped in his tracks, Oh.. was all he said, as he tilted his head, peering at the child in fascination, a telling sign of exactly how many newborn foals he’d seen in his young life.