Firen, he is told, and he likes his name because it sounds like hers.
The little black colt doesn't bother to open his eyes at first he simply explores her mind and is content to take in the world second hand. She finds it thrilling, and her excitement touches him in the wordless way her thoughts filter into his mind. But as he tastes what she is feeling his own body is rigid with growing anxiety.
Everything was different. Everything that wasn't her, was strange.
But mother's soft touch comforts him and he finally does feel the need to open his dark lids to see his heavenly Mother Creature. The three of them were one only moments ago, and if he was making the decisions they would go back to that as soon as possible. But her touch quiets the rapid rhythm of his heart, and he takes a cue from his sibling.
Different isn't always bad.
As the black colt looks around for the first time, a garish brightness draws his blinking red eyes, sensitive and new as they are. He looks to the creature which nuzzles her, something like panic and confusion bubbling up in his narrow chest as he wonders what will happen next.
A deep fumble comes from the chest of the one called Father, and it is only through the touch of his sisters mind that he knows this is laughter.
Father doesn't like the way he ... cowers... Firen knows as the stormy thought of his sire press into his tender, new mind. The frail colt shakes his head violently at this, he didn't like these thoughts at all. He liked his sister's thoughts, his mothers. He didn't want to have Father in his mind too.
But Father isn't thinking about him anymore once Ferran bites (!!) him. There isn't much time for him to fear before, to his immense relief, the thoughts which come his way from the fiery male only grow lighter. And he doesn't have to look at the stallion's face to know he is smiling.
But Ferran's is not done there. What a day. Firen is just thinking Mother has the right idea, they should all take a nap, when his sister begins to wobble and use her legs in a way that had never crossed his mind. Wide-eyed and worried, he looks to mother as Ferran falls, hoping he can catch her eye and receive a lovely, soothing touch once again.
The little black colt doesn't bother to open his eyes at first he simply explores her mind and is content to take in the world second hand. She finds it thrilling, and her excitement touches him in the wordless way her thoughts filter into his mind. But as he tastes what she is feeling his own body is rigid with growing anxiety.
Everything was different. Everything that wasn't her, was strange.
But mother's soft touch comforts him and he finally does feel the need to open his dark lids to see his heavenly Mother Creature. The three of them were one only moments ago, and if he was making the decisions they would go back to that as soon as possible. But her touch quiets the rapid rhythm of his heart, and he takes a cue from his sibling.
Different isn't always bad.
As the black colt looks around for the first time, a garish brightness draws his blinking red eyes, sensitive and new as they are. He looks to the creature which nuzzles her, something like panic and confusion bubbling up in his narrow chest as he wonders what will happen next.
A deep fumble comes from the chest of the one called Father, and it is only through the touch of his sisters mind that he knows this is laughter.
Father doesn't like the way he ... cowers... Firen knows as the stormy thought of his sire press into his tender, new mind. The frail colt shakes his head violently at this, he didn't like these thoughts at all. He liked his sister's thoughts, his mothers. He didn't want to have Father in his mind too.
But Father isn't thinking about him anymore once Ferran bites (!!) him. There isn't much time for him to fear before, to his immense relief, the thoughts which come his way from the fiery male only grow lighter. And he doesn't have to look at the stallion's face to know he is smiling.
But Ferran's is not done there. What a day. Firen is just thinking Mother has the right idea, they should all take a nap, when his sister begins to wobble and use her legs in a way that had never crossed his mind. Wide-eyed and worried, he looks to mother as Ferran falls, hoping he can catch her eye and receive a lovely, soothing touch once again.
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