The boy found himself exploring Helovia more than he was at home. Enchanting lands, odd looking creature, and more importantly adults wondered through the outcast lands. Zubari felt more compelled to spend his time around the elders, and grown beast. Children his age were not intriguing, they were actually quite dull and boring. They poor creatures would only worry about the next game they're going to play, or where their mother is at. What kinda life is that? His brain could not comprehend the fact that those souls are fine with being looked down upon. Children were the low men on the totem pole. Their opinions do not matter, their voice is never heard, and they are weak. Unable to fend for themselves adults think they need to shelter them from the harsh reality of the world. The colt scuffed at the thought. He was someone who should be listened to, he has opinions about the world... Oh and they did not include silly ideas like the next place to go play, or the best place to take a nap.

Gold eyes loomed over the changing surroundings. They touched every curve, bend, and new leaf with a soft glance. Tiny black hooves continued along their path distracted from the sky's above. Zubari never really looked to the blue blanket that others called the sky. Why would he want to see something that never changes? It is always blue, filled with clouds, raining, or just dark and not there. Of course he would dream big and want to call every inch of the sky his, but let's be realistic. Thoughts jumbled the boys brain and striking eyes fell upon a dampened spot on his muzzle. Small stubs tilted slightly as his hooves came to a halt. Did a bird just shit on him, or was the sky crying? Soon his question was answered with a down pour from the clouds above. Deep chocolate tones turned black in color, camouflaging the black spots hiding in his coat. Shaking his skull grumbling words fell from his maw "Great... ." His soft foal coat was soon slicked down and covered in the annoying wet drops from the clouds. Drops of rain hugged his every curve eventually finding their way to the ground below his small frame. He was not going to let cloud tears ruin his adventure. The boy pressed on with pinned ears, and determination in his gold struck orbs.

After a couple hundred feet the figure of two others arose on the horizon. The woman was standing under a tall overhang from a tree. Not a bad idea... His lean body headed towards the pair and his gold eyes soon scanned over the figure of a unicorn and some winged girl. The boy walked pasted the girl ,and went to stand under the tree. He was able to catch the end of the pale woman's introduction. The woman( that he will now call ghost lady ) tried to act friendly towards the other girl. He watched and observed her every movement and every little emotion that peeked from her face. The boy narrowed his eyes "Why are you forcing your smile so much? If you're not happy then don't smile.Why pretend to be something you're not...." The boy was blunt, and not buying into any bullshit. Little did he know, the personality he was developing was starting to become manipulative. His words would become sharp and dagger like. Oh, and the boy would know how to make those words feel like a blade in your back.

"Talk."

zubari

"I’ll take my bow I won’t make a sound I whisper truce as the ashes hit the ground