He followed her, trailing just behind. The poor colt just had no direction. He needed to be cared for; the lifestyle he was living wasn't a healthy one. Something a youngling needs is to know where their food is coming from or when they will find clean water next. Although he was happy, for what young colt could truly be bogged down with things such as reality, he needed guidance and security even if he didn't always see it that way.
So they started the trek to the Foothills. Balé was extremely excited to go. It was the right thing.
[ooc, that's fine! And I'd love that! Do I still follow you or? And do you go to a website to make the tables and such? I'm new to the whole coding thing. Haha.]