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In the absence of his much-respected father, it is natural that the boy should instead begin to copy his mother. He follows her lead, absorbs her teachings, takes her opinions as gospel. She is not Ave, but she'll do in a pinch. So when he approaches the gathering and sees a variety of answers coming from the gathered horses, his instinct tells him to copy his mother. So far she's the only one to ask for a treat, the others all choose trick - the colt wonders what will happen to the ones who ask for a trick. Something bad, he thinks. He'd far rather have something nice. "Treat," he says, moving to stand next to his mother. He pins his ears and glares at his older sister Oizys as she calls their mother a wimp, silently disapproving of her disrespect towards their dam but knowing he's still too small to do anything about it. So he simply stands amongst the crowd, looking curiously over at the creature on the rock. |
Arakh chooses TREAT
[ ARAKH ]
