♦ Fynnegan ♦
Now this was a good day. Esileif had accepted my proposal for mutual gain, it was going to be good, I could sense it. My lands are gorgeous, and now I just need to fill it up. I want it to be a sanctuary of sorts. I think those of us with little legs need to stick together-- if I ever see another little horse. But until then, I can't snub the big legged ones. I meander through the field, and by meander I mean I work my butt of through all this snow. I am not name for snow. Screw snow, sure it's pretty but boy is it a lot of work. As I walk around looking in the field for anyone alone, or more so available I see a lass, a tall lass, standing alone. I might as well talk to her, maybe she would like to join a young new herd... can't hurt to ask.
I walk over, my 9hh frame as tall as 9hands can be. my coat black fluffy, so very fluffy. It obscures my lean build, I may be small but I am not fat. But winter hid my only physical attribute that was a win, in my eyes so I had to be on my verbal game. I task that wasn't always my strong suit. I walk to the red lass, i stopped a little further off than most taller lads would, but it makes it easier to look up her. "Mind if I join you? Name's Fynnegan- bou you can call me Fynn if you like!" I may be small but my voice is a lovely tenor. it fell smoothly across the snow, not awkward, or forced. I look at the lass and wait for a reply, hoping she doesn't call me a baby. I hate when the tall ones confuse me for a foal.
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