Sticks and Stones Can Break Your Bones Posted on September 30, 2025 at 10:27:13 AM by Tino
Tino had grown considerably over this last year, the now 3 year old young stallion had reach his full height of 16.1hh, his coat had lightened a little more, though still in that slate grey stage of his colouration. He’d filled out more over winter, no longer looking the lanky awkward youngster.
Still he was a quiet soul, and watchful. Kind hearted he mostly kept his playful nature under wraps now, only really letting it get a bit more wilder when playing with Sara, not like he was as a foal, a small smile catching his lips as he remembered what a terror he was as a foal, with a fascination for snakes. His younger brother Stormy was the polar opposite of him, the colt had been overly serious as a foal and not much had changed now he was a yearling.
As he continued walking the beach he contemplated his future. Nico had effectively adopted him when he’d taken his mother and him in, he’d become like a father figure to the colt who had never known one. He didn’t want to leave the Inlet, something Nico had told him wasn’t something he had to do, he could stay here if he wished. Still, he felt restless, bored even, he wanted.. no needed something to occupy his time. Maybe he’d asked Nico about it when he return from his visits, ask him to give him a job. He’d already started walking the boarder of his home on a daily basis, unofficially patrolling. Although he’d never actually met or had to challenge anyone before he knew if Nico did give him a purpose and a way of being useful to his herd, his family that would probably happen at some point. He’d also been keeping an eye on his mother, especially at night the closer she got to foaling. He knew Nico would normally stick close like he did last year, but he was busier this year and had another mare expecting also, so if he could take some of that concern from his fathers shoulders he would gladly, and he knew his mother wouldn’t see him as a threat. He had caught Stormy trying to copy him a few times though, at only a year old the colt was too young for such things, so he’d ordered his little brother back to bed, sleeping where most of the herd did, much to his grumbling.
His musing was interrupted when he spied another not far from the beach, he was short, much shorter than himself but he knew that didn’t mean much with this stallion, his father wouldn’t have made him his second otherwise. Changing his direction of travel he ambled up to the bay roan Ashitaka he said carefully, attempting to not butcher the pronunciation of his name, something he had done countless times when he had first met him. His nodded his greeting to the older stallion do you know if Nico is back from his travels yet? He kept his manner polite, he didn’t know the stallion very well and it always made him feel a little uneasy around him.