He is very much a child, filled with wonder and joy. He is fortunate in many respects to be afforded such a happy childhood. In this land, the are a hundred, a thousand, dangers that could befall a young boy. Of course, Fox is not precisely weak or powerless, the prey those with ill intent so often seek. And he has parents who love him, parents who would be angry should anyone attempt to harm young Fox.
So he lives his fortune-filled childhood, seeking out the wonders the generally only children find wondrous.
This mare, Rue, is one of those many wonders. He has not yet had the chance to see much of the world. It lay before him, vast and so eminently explorable. But he must start somewhere, and the playground had been as a good a place as any to begin.
He grins up at the tall mare (or at least tall when compared to his youthful frame), flicking his fluffy red tail in a general fit of excitement. His eyes, wide and amber, jerk back to Rue’s face as she asks him about his gift. He nearly quivers with excitement at the prospect of being asked about such a thing. It is not often he gets to chance to show off so boldly.
”Ohhhhh, yes! It’s so much fun.” His face scrunching in concentration, he pulls on his gift, calling forth the snow that is his birthright. The flakes begin to swirl around them, coalescing into a mass of white above their heads. Fox, as per usual, had not quite thought things all the way through. He is still learning control of his gifts, and so it is no surprise that he loses it for a moment. However, given that he is holding the snow above them, it inevitably has nowhere else to go when his control falters but down. Right on top of them.
Fox still for a moment, surprise etched upon his features and he blinks the snow from his eyes. He has the presence of mind to look rather abashed, but he cannot help the giggle that escapes his lips.
