Already the snow is beginning to pile up, hiding the last withered blades of Orangemoon grass beneath its damp, suffocating weight. The white flakes clump together into a single cohesive ground cover, muffling all the whimsical crinkling and crackling of dead leaves that marks the end of the year. Perhaps that's why the old stallion doesn't hear the boy at first, his miniature hoofprints making barely a scuffle with their negligent size and carry weight, or maybe it's just that he is so old, his senses naturally dulled by time and wear. In any case, it's not until the boy falters and falls, his voice rising in a wild squawk of dismay, that the stallions ears cup forward.
He freezes, head high and eyes wide, his nostrils flaring to draw in the thin Frostfall air, then fluttering excitedly at what they find. He knows this scent. An invisible tremor, sudden and wracking, rattles the dust and broken shards of memory scattered around the hollow of his chest. He hadn't seen the telltale tinge of auburn sprouting from the boys crest and coloring the very tips of his infantile wings, but he knows the color is there. He knows his own son.
Surely he's too young to be alone, he wonders. Had the mare decided to abandon him after all? Even after he'd shown such willingness to take him himself? Even with the cold and damp of Frostfall falling harder every day? Cruel. His mind shudders, pricking his sides more fiercly than any spur could do and sending him forward in a hurried trot. He stills standing over the boy, his bearded head hanging into the cartoonish foal shaped cutout in the snow, staring down at the haphazard tangle of legs within that is his child. "Are you alright?" He asks, ignoring the cranky and somewhat slurred response of his no-longer-sleeping-comfortably companion.
The unexpected rush of movement had jostled the
The stallion sighs, turning both ears to the colt in the snow again. He doesn't try, but even if he had it would have been impossible to keep the edge of accusation out of his voice when he asks, "Where is your mother?"
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // So excited. ^.^ @Saoirse