He continues to chomp on the flower, idly thinking that perhaps nomming on something strange and colourful isn't the best idea - it could be poisonous and make his peepee fall off. That would suck. But it's too late now, so he savours the mouthy massacre of the pink bloom, swallowing hard as ruined petals stick in his throat. Surprisingly, it's a lot tastier than grass, and the colt's greedy eyes zone in on another similar flower nearby. He turns, oblivious to death and mischief charging towards him. He can hear a scream, but it's probably just Nymeria tripping over her own feet, nothing to be concerned with...his mouth gapes hungrily towards the tasty flower glimmering like a beautiful pink sun, nom nom nom little flower -

The ground explodes in front of him. The flower he was about to devour is blown up into the sky, raining petals down upon him and staining his white face brown with mud. He releases a high-pitched, girly shriek - idly hoping neither parent or Nymeria is around to hear such a none-masculine noise that a beast like him should never ever make - and bounces backwards, ears pinning and lips baring to expose hardened gums still stained pink with his previous flowery dinner. His head whips around to be greeted by a beaming filly with horns - wait, horns? Despite his pounding heart and considerable sense of shock at what's just happened, he can't help but oggle those horns. After all, he has never met a unicorn before, and his entire family is purely equine. Straight away he decides that, if all horned things are going to try and blow him up, he really doesn't like them very much.

Cool?! His eyes boggle, apopletic. If there's something Volterra lacks (besides horns, apparently, and also his very own dragon egg, but he's not bitter, nope, not at all) then it's a sense of humour. "Cool?! You tried to kabloomy me!" He fluffs himself up, trying to look fearsome, but it's difficult when he's covered in mud and bits of flower, his lips still stained pink. "How'd you even do that? You gots magics?" He'd thought the only magic in the world was that of his mother's venomous mouth, but apparently he's got a lot to learn. There's also mad, tongue-flopping fillies with kabloomy powers, it seems.