Thorgal lied next to his mother since the birth, not even attempting to stand just yet. He remained silent as well, his dark eyes watching the horses around him as they spoke, left, and returned with a new face. His ears swiveled curiously, head tilting with just about every words said. There was a grulla filly, obviously younger than the others but much older than him. Her wings had caught his interest immediately, his first time seeing one of the common traits in Beqanna. Next was another mare; this one was older, white with pretty spots scattered about her body. She was pretty enough to catch the favor of a newborn foal, but it was only natural for a foal to like someone they thought had an attractive appearance, though their feelings remained entirely pure. And then, there was a stallion. His body was covered in some kind of scaling, with golden streaks in his light mane and tail, and curious eyes. The young colt tilted his head once more, fascinated by the appearance of the odd stallion.
Little did he know that the stallion was his father. Too young to understand was he as the adults spoke, but some things were obvious to read, even for a foal. His mother became distressed the moment that stallion appeared, while the stallion only gazed down at Thorgal with a curious face. Was he surprised about something? His ears swiveled when the stallion spoke, and his mother said something in return. Twice he heard her say his name, something he was already coming to know and understand. He looked up at her, eyes large and ears high. She looked so upset...so much so he began to whine a little as he wondered what was going on. For a moment he thought he saw her eyes watering a little, but she quickly blinked them away.
He was beginning to grow frustrated. He couldn’t understand what was going on; their behavior, their words. None of it made any sense to the poor, oblivious colt. Not only that, but his stomach was hollow as well. He wanted his mother’s attention, as well as her warm milk to satisfy his hunger. He snorted and shook his head as if to throw off water from it, then looked back up at his mother expectantly.
@[Nalia] @[Breckin] @[Leilan] I didn’t make him try to stand yet because I thought enough was going on right now for the adults xD I didn’t want a lot of things going on at once and making things difficult :/
Little did he know that the stallion was his father. Too young to understand was he as the adults spoke, but some things were obvious to read, even for a foal. His mother became distressed the moment that stallion appeared, while the stallion only gazed down at Thorgal with a curious face. Was he surprised about something? His ears swiveled when the stallion spoke, and his mother said something in return. Twice he heard her say his name, something he was already coming to know and understand. He looked up at her, eyes large and ears high. She looked so upset...so much so he began to whine a little as he wondered what was going on. For a moment he thought he saw her eyes watering a little, but she quickly blinked them away.
He was beginning to grow frustrated. He couldn’t understand what was going on; their behavior, their words. None of it made any sense to the poor, oblivious colt. Not only that, but his stomach was hollow as well. He wanted his mother’s attention, as well as her warm milk to satisfy his hunger. He snorted and shook his head as if to throw off water from it, then looked back up at his mother expectantly.
@[Nalia] @[Breckin] @[Leilan] I didn’t make him try to stand yet because I thought enough was going on right now for the adults xD I didn’t want a lot of things going on at once and making things difficult :/