Sticks and Stones Posted on July 8, 2025 at 07:05:30 AM by Tino
The young stallion glanced back to Parvati I see how much work my mother has with little Stormy and how you have with your little one, it makes me wonder how my mother coped alone with me for ten months he knew he had been a handful for his mother now, always running off and getting into trouble, at least she had taught him from a early age which snakes were poisonous when he had been obsessed with the creatures from an early age.
Now at two years of age his mind had turned muddled. He wasn’t sure of his place here, he’d grown up without a herd, without other horses around him, it left him feeling a bit awkward around those of a similar age to him, unsure how to behave. Tino loved his little brother and vowed to protect him, but there was a small element of jealousy towards Stormy, who would grow up with his mother and his father, with a herd surrounding him and others to play with, all things Tino never hand.
He listen to the older mare, about how there family had taken in ones like him in the past. He considers that quietly before Nico’s voice instantly snap him to attention.
Head flying up, wide eyed he turned to see the colourful stallion standing thereNico! he exclaimed, suddenly lost for words.
Nico’s word echoed in his ears You don't have to be my blood to be my son did he really mean that? although he doubted Nico ever said what he didn’t mean, the youngster was still unsure.
As he listened to the rest of what the older stallion had to say, he slowly started to relax I remember you saying that before you left to bring back my mother, but I know I never replied to you, it was too much for me to think off at the time and I guessed I wondered if you still wanted that he said, remembering that awful time when he’d been separated from his mother for the first time in his life.
I never knew my sire, I only know the few snippets that mother has told me, I’d also never been part of a herd before you took us in his eyes dropped to the dirt at his feet I don’t really know what it means to be a son he admitted quietly.