He slips between the trees, his wings folded tightly to his sides and his head angled strangely so his rapidly-developing bull horns don't snag on any low branches. As proud as the colt is of his horns, they can prove a distinct inconvenience in small, cramped spaces, and the shadowy confines of the Deep Forest is one such place.
The calf breaks into a trot, dodging between the trees and wincing as leaves catch in the feathers of his tightly-furled wings. His ears prick forwards, detecting a distinct commotion up ahead; he alters his stride and turns towards it, whickering crossly as his tail snags on a thorn thicket. After a couple of seconds spent disentangling himself, he resumes his ploughing path forwards.
The first thing he notices is that there are a lot of children here. Some, like him, have both horns and wings - although, he observes with great pride, none sport his magnificent bull horns - and one has just wings (poor darling). There's also an adult stallion, who talks in an odd accent that makes the colt's ears spin curiously in his direction. Arakh wanders closer, his icy blue gaze following the eyelines of the others, towards....what appears to be a moving, sentient tree. The grullo boy thinks that is rather unusual, because to his knowledge, trees are more of a strong, silent type. Unless he's just been deaf to their little voices all this time?
There's something glimmering in the branches, though; something peeking tantalisingly through the pointy-looking tree needles. "What that?" he asks nobody in particular, squinting to try and get a better look at the egg.
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[DROP] it's harvest time!! [Common SS]
