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09-12-2012, 02:27 PM
It seemed like deja vu for the young two year old. As a child, barely a few months old, he had run in Isilme along side his family in a race around Helovia. He had struggled early on, but somehow made up time and finished just behind the three way tie for first, two of which were his granddam and his father. He and his mother had tied for second place. Now he picked a lazy pace from his home in the Foothills down to the border where Helovia's Heart met the Dragon's Throat. The colt had not been into that herdland since he gained his magic from the God of the Sun. As they all gathered, Aaron looked around seeing a few familer faces. Then suddenly they were off.
The dual painted colt shot off, hooves digging into the clay dirt mixed with gemstones below. The land had little plant life, and the heat from the heart was warmer that the part draft colt liked. He pushed ahead, brown eyes focused on those ahead. He watched as a stallion the same color as his dam stumbled ahead. He kept moving, only shying away as birds began attacking Mirage and her bonded dragon. The colt tucked his head down and pushed forward trying to make up ground. He headed northeast, for the Thistle Meadow and the Deep Forest. He just had to do well.... since his mother was not there to urge him on this time.
The dual painted colt shot off, hooves digging into the clay dirt mixed with gemstones below. The land had little plant life, and the heat from the heart was warmer that the part draft colt liked. He pushed ahead, brown eyes focused on those ahead. He watched as a stallion the same color as his dam stumbled ahead. He kept moving, only shying away as birds began attacking Mirage and her bonded dragon. The colt tucked his head down and pushed forward trying to make up ground. He headed northeast, for the Thistle Meadow and the Deep Forest. He just had to do well.... since his mother was not there to urge him on this time.
