[open] Like a fine, aged wine [Any; Birthing]

[Pothos]

It feels like time stands still as Pothos examines the foal. He envies the purity of youth. When one is young the whole world is fresh, new, and filled with endless options. With age comes wisdom, and unfortunately that wisdom inhibits fun and love. Pothos sees it on the faces of horses everyday. They are accustomed to hurt and thus have turned themselves off. They no longer have interest in pursuing true love or passion. It is a shame indeed, but in the eyes of this foal Pothos sees beautiful innocence. A voice redirects his attention to the mother. Pothos looks up and smiles. A pulse of magical energy radiates from him. It is instinctive, and filled with a sense of familial warmth. ”Oh no, I’m so sorry” He speaks with a slight chuckle laced in the latter note. ”I am merely admiring your sweet blessing.” His head gestures toward the foal. ”I am Pothos.” He adds. Back to her child. Pothos adjusts his smile to a grin. His eyes shimmer, and suddenly his form shrinks to mirror that of the foal. Pothos coat remains in its colorful pattern though his wings are still the same as his adult self. One of his enlarged wings curves forward and attempts to boop the nose of the foal. When the wing comes within Pothos’s view his eyes bulge out like a shocked clown. ”Ahhhhhh!” He says exaggerated in a child-like attempt to get the foal to laugh. He then winks and shrinks his wings to properly match him. ”And what’s your name?” He inquires of the foal. Pothos isn’t that experienced with newborns. He thinks for a moment, perhaps it's too soon for the foal to speak. ”Maybe your mommy could answer for you if you’re too shy. I’d love to know her name as well”

@[Blasphemare] Sorry for the late reply! I moved to another state to start my new/old job. I was laid off due to company wide orders (Covid). Luckily I got severance for a month, and another pharmacist quit so a position opened up for me to go back. All that to say that I suck for being late <3