He examined their surroundings, taking in each scent and sound, all the while suppressing his urges to play. The weather had cooled down a little now that summer was ending, and autumn approached. This was his first autumn, and next would be his first winter. His mother had already explained how the seasons work, and what happened during each one. Autumn was apparently breeding season, but also when the heat turns to cold and the plants begin to die. Other animals stock up as they prepare for the cold winter, when it sometimes snows, making all the land white. And then when the snow melts, it becomes spring, the opposite of autumn where instead of everything dying, everything is born, including foals. Perhaps everything was exciting to Thorgal, a new addition to the world where everything that happened was a new experience, but he looked forward to autumn and winter. Snow was especially exciting, for he could apparently play in it more than he could in the summer grass.
But the idea of experiencing new things had brought back his desire to meet others. He looked back up at his mother, parting his lips to ask if they were going to go speak with any of the other horses nearby, but before his voice could leave him they were approached instead.
His eyes lit up like the sun, a smile stretching across his small features. He had already seen many unique looking horses, so he wasn’t really moved by this one’s -what might be unsettling- appearance. Perhaps it was because he was born and raised knowing magic of Beqanna as well as unique appearances of others. Unlike the childhood his mother had. He was already used to it. But right now, all he really cared about was his chance to meet someone new.
He could no longer contain the tingling of excitement that rose within him. He leaped forward towards the stranger and began introducing himself, barely managing to not interrupt his mother while she spoke. “I’m Thorgal!” He chirped, tail and ears raising to show his jolliness