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rainy days; Toivo - Isilya - 02-05-2020 for @[Toivo] <3 RE: rainy days; Toivo - Toivo - 02-08-2020 The perlino colt enjoys life in Tephra - it is warm, full of pretty flowers and other interesting plants (some of which sadly could not be eaten), and there are multiple other horses around, including the other colt that he’d met in a rather unfortunate incident involving a tumble and the loss of the trail of the dragonfly, though the two boys had been rather happy together after that. Today, Isilya wanted to take him somewhere, and although most of his initial investigative nature had passed - he was a yearling, which meant almost an adult already! - the woman had always been great at inspiring his curiosity and playfulness, perhaps due to her own. So, he follows the bird that finds him eagerly, his playful chuckle audible long before he reaches her. He crashes through the bushes like the kool-aid man through a wall, already covered in foliage and some of the ashy dust that can be found in certain Tephran places (honestly the boy has been dirty all day, he hasn’t bothered to keep his light coat clean or clean up any time afterwards). His grin splits his face as his amber gaze flutters up towards the mare he idolizes. ”What are we gonna do today, Isilya?” @[Isilya] RE: rainy days; Toivo - Isilya - 03-01-2020 @[Toivo] RE: rainy days; Toivo - Toivo - 03-07-2020 For lack of a mother - technically, he knows he has one, and he knows who she is but that’s about it - Isilya was the closest thing for Toivo, like maybe a big sister or an aunt who took care of him. Unbeknownst to him if the reason for it had been something happening to his birth mother or if Isilya had even wanted to care for a child in any way at all - be that as a friend or a family member - he was carefree around her, having known her all his life to be the one thing he could count on - well and the volcano obviously. Raindrops seek to bother him, but they’re as soft as the magician’s voice, and the boy beams as she mentions a trip. ”Yes! Yes yes!” he dances around her, then stops, a deep childish frown etching into his light features. ”Where is it?” @[Isilya] |