ruby red glow ; ygritte, any

[farren]

He is relieved when the other stallion dismisses his sudden excitement over the unusual things - horns, as they are apparently called, he doesn't know why a horse would have such things but he chooses to accept it - and dips his head in a shy acknowledgement. They seem close and he instinctively looks away when the other stallion, Mandan, nibbles at Ygritte's chest in a way that seems too intimate for him to watch, only lifting his eyes again after a peer through the forelock shows him that they are standing once more. The stallion asks him a question and he brightens, a smile tugging at his lips; "I really like it here," he is enthusiastic in a way that only adds to his youthful demeanor, "and Ygritte is a really good guide." He smiles at her before his eyes meet Mandan's once more, bobbing his head with a sheepish laugh. "She helped me figure out swimming, which was really fun!" He glances back at the water with a longing sigh; it looks inviting and warm in the snowy, chilled landscape, and although his coat is thicker he still isn't as warm as he wants to be.
He barely knows the other stallion yet he admires him, for it is clear enough to him that Ygritte admires him as well. He has no siblings that he knows  of, and he hasn't had much of a role model in terms of male adults. He is still unlearned of much of the world and he hopes, even if it may be subconscious, that the older stallion may be able to teach him things he knows nothing of. He is ignorant in the way of the innocent and has not been faced with much of the harshness of the world aside from its natural extremities - like snow. So he hopes, in a way, that Mandan can teach him something before he decides to wander off and maybe meet a mare of his own.

F A R R E N

i'll taste the sky and feel alive again