He is far too young yet to know anything of the world. His small space in Tephra is quiet and uneventful. The perfect environs for raising a child. Less perfect if that child bores easily. Such as Fox does.
It does not take long for his legs to grow restless. For his home to seem too small, too well explored. It is green and warm, though one must watch for the occasional lava flows that drift through the place. Still, not enough the keep an energetic young boy entertained for long. Even experimenting with the lava, edging closer and closer, testing the way snow and ice sizzled and melted, the way it turned the red of molten earth to black rock.
He had gotten too brave perhaps. Indeed, he still sports a healing burn upon one fetlock. The raw skin has finally knitted over however, leaving a bright pink patch of hairless skin in its place. But he had learned his lesson. Lava hurts.
As the eighth child, he is well loved, but his parents have seen it all by now. He is allowed perhaps a little more leeway than, say, a first or second child might be.
Which is how he winds up in the playground unescorted, a scampering young colt amongst other scampering young foals. But it is not another youth that catches his gaze. No, it is the stunning drapery of a young mare. Her liver colored pelt is lost amidst the vibrant shades of green and blue that cascade from her shoulders in a riot of bright feathers. Being the gregarious young man that he is, he does not hesitate in bounding up to her.
Perhaps not a wise thing for a very young colt to do, approaching a stranger in such bold fashion, but he is Fox. He does as he will, and damn the consequences. Besides, in his young mind, he is nigh on invincible. He has the magic of christmas on his side after all.
”Hello!” he calls out to her brightly, voice high and innocent in the way of youth. His exuberant steps carry him closer, until he stands very near her, eyes fixed eagerly upon the lovely plumage. After a moment of (rather rude) staring, her turns his luminous coppery gaze to find hers, a happy, charming smile lighting his features. ”I’m Fox. What’s your name?”
