Inlet

"Slow down," He says as he chases after his young tobiano son. Their family's legacy pattern lives on in the coat pattern of his son and many of his other children. Nico felt proud each time he saw his children enter the world with the tobiano pattern as it reminded him of his own father. Pity that it was such a popular pattern that other families also shared, but he wouldn't let that tarnish the memory of his own father.

Rhonin laughs as he races away from his father across the meadow and towards the trees. He was fast for a little guy. Nico laughs as he continues to chase his son until the colt finally trips. A small rock gets in the way of the young palomino as he tumbles forward, front flipping into a the base of a small tree. Nico gasps and pulls up to his son.

"Are you alright?" He begins to look over his son as the colt shakes his head to chase away the birds flying around his head. "I'm fine dad." He chuckles with a small smile. His tiny eyes look up at his father sheepishly for falling. He stands back up and shakes himself free of any dirt. "Let's race again!" He exclaims, about to take off when Nico stops him.

"Slow your roll little guy. Daddy needs to break." He chuckles. Sometimes it was hard realizing he was getting older. Or perhaps he hasn't been keeping himself in shape like he thought.