[open] No moms, no rules

[Thorgal]

He was finally in a place where there were more his age. Making friends with adults was fun, but he needed someone like him, someone who could share his excitement with every little thing, someone that could keep up with his pace and wouldn’t tell him what to do. It wasn’t as if his mother was too strict with him or anything, but sometimes her maturity dampened the mood.

He had his mother’s permission to come here, and he was thrilled. Eyes admired the Playground, looking for another face to talk to. He had been expecting to find one himself; he wasn’t expecting one to find him. Thorgal was approached by a fully who looked to be his age, or close to it. Her speech is fragmented, with an accent he’s never heard before heavy with each word. He couldn’t help a brow raising a little as his head slowly tilted. Out of all the horses he’d seen throughout his life so far, she was one of the few that looked as normal as him and his mother. 

But he knew better than to be deceived by looks. Just because someone looks normal, it doesn’t mean they didn’t have magic. Either way, he was interested in her.

A smiled formed. “I’m Thorgal,” he replied cheerily. “I’ll play. What game interests you?” Finally, there was someone his age.

@[Briella]