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11-01-2012, 10:42 AM
Yol was little older than a colt himself, barely over a year old, but already fairly mature. That certainly didn't mean he did not love the games of a foal, nor meeting with other colts and fillies. In fact, he was overly-eager to. As a child, he had been stripped with playful games, having fun, and not being serious. He had skipped a large chunk of his childhood, and he was excited to relive it.
When he had originally gone flying from the Spectral Marsh, he hadn't expected in the least to run into another foal. He landed awkwardly, wings beating to keep his huge body from tipping over clumsily. Even for his age, he was large, nearly 14.1 right now, although he was expected to reach 16.3.
"Hello!" Yol called cheerfully, scraggly dark gray tail whisking his flanks. He trotted over, pleased to find another colt. The little thing was attempting to drink from ice water. "Y'know, that's going to be really cold."
