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P A T R I C K After completing his assigned patrol the faintly sandy-coated boy had wandered this way and that way through the fascinating winter wonderland he stumbled upon just north of the Heart Caves. Eventually his meandering path brought him back south where he waited at the bridge for someone with a key to let him in. He is finding that while most of the adults pay careful attention to who hitch-hikes along with them when they open the bridge, there are a few who barely notice. So far this has worked out well for him, but how long can he depend on the luck of the draw? A problem for another day no doubt. On this day he has made it back inside his island homeland with no difficulty. As soon as his hooves touch sand on the proper shore he notices that it seems nosier than normal and that the herd appears to be gathering... again. He hesitates only a moment, presumably to adjust from the "flight", before following along at his normal snail like pace. Patrick enters the festive scene in the wake of a boisterous and rather small red-head kid. The older boy gives a curious glance to the loud child and the little cob-webbed filly he is pestering but chooses to maintain his dignified silence and passes them on by. After some indecision, for he knows no one here, he comes to a halt beside a big ram-horned fellow. His head tilts to the side as he looks quizzically up at this stallion who has also remained entirely silent. After a thoughtful second he clears his throat and offers a tentative greeting. " 'lo." His front hooves shuffle slightly in uncertainty then he ducks his dark muzzle down to tap his chest. "Pat. You?" He is clearly trying to be as proper and polite as he knows how to. After those sparse words he again falls silent waiting patiently for any response. |
OOC: Pat is 6 months old for this thread
Takes note of Saoirse & Vezér but wanders on by them to bother
@Misael
