Keep your friends close and your enemies closer Posted on June 28, 2025 at 08:32:27 AM by Amberlyn & Midir
Racing through the forest the young colt was playing his favourite game of running his mother ragged. Small he might be but he had his advantage of being able to weave through the treeline with swift and somewhat reckless agility. His mother might be bigger and faster than him, at least for now anyway, but weaving through trees at speed was harder for her, giving the colt the lead he needed to keep in front.
Midir slow down Amberlyn called after her son, who was much too confident for his own good and often ran rings around his mother or at least look where your going she grumbled as the colt turned his head to look back at her. It wasn’t uncommon for the reckless child to run into trees whilst he was looking at her, instead of the path ahead of him.
Narrowly missing doing exactly that the colt came to abrupt stop, breathing hard as tiny ears swivelled, picking up sounds in the surrounding area. With a cheeky look and a laugh he shot forward once more, darting out of the treeline to suddenly find himself face to face with a much bigger horse he didn’t really know.
Hind limbs dug into to the dirt as he came to a stop only a few feet away, eyes wide as he had to look up to meet the other mares eyes. Something about her scent was familiar, indicating safety and home but the young colt, inexperienced as he was, was having trouble working out what all that meant.
Less than a second later Amberlyn follow her son. The honey coloured mare had met the forest lead a few times, it would have been hard to have resided here for so long and not meet her, still she always felt slightly intimidated by the draft mare merely by her presence and the power that she displayed merely by existing. She wasn't afraid that the mare would harm her child though as she tipped her to the mare in greeting sorry Baba Yaga, we didn’t mean to disturb you or your daughter. As she glanced down at her quickly reversing son she continued he’s a bit… excitable she said, her eyes dropping briefly as a sign of respect.
Midir - who’s colourations were much like his mothers, with the exception his appaloosa blanket stretched further up his body - had quickly return to his mothers side, tucking close to her, having not met this mare before. Not listening to his mother when she spoke, his whole focus was on the other little foal who he hoped would might want to be a playmate. Replies: There have been no replies.