♦ Fynnegan ♦
I find it funny. I wandered these lands with Weir, and never saw another like me. I then searched all over when Weir disappeared and I couldn't find him anywhere I walked this place by myself searching and only ever saw little foals my size. Now I have these lands, and I want if full of others, tall- short- young-old, i just want it full of others who enjoy the space as much as I do. There is a peculiar thing happening, I have seen so many more like me. I am not sure why it has happened but it has, and I can't say I mind. There is much to do with growing my heard and I feels a little short handed in time, but once I have some member's I'll feel better. I can stop then,
I move back to the meadow, I had just taken Esileif, my alpha mare, back to Echo trail and the growing heat of summer was wearing me out. I consider myself fit, my black pelt isn't insulated by fat; for my kind I am slim and fit. However, this would be the 3rd or 4th trip between the field and my lands and let me tell you that that is a lot of land to cover with little legs like mine. But I can't stop yet, with only Esileif 100% sure as a member and Jaxxie and Silki still deciding, I couldn't afford to stop yet. I exhale as I enter the field. It is warm, the grasses are still green, but some show the yellowing for being burnt by the sun. There are horses everywhere under the blue skies. I wandered among them looking for a lone mare, or a conversation that looks fresh that I could join.
After a bit I see a small palomino that was not far from the treeline. See, I told you others like me were appearing more and more everyday. It is like they know there is a place for them. Ok, ok, I know that is self congratulating logic, but I like the thought. I make my way to the lass, she is a little shorter than I am and I am happy that I get to be the taller of the two of us. Not to mention it makes me feel manly- some internal inherent need or want, I couldn't really put logic to. I stopped a small distance off, since i believe myself a stallion of manners and some propriety. I dip my head in greeting, and take in the small mare. Tan and flaxen, she is pretty,though older than he. I find the more I see little ones like myself, the less interested I am in full sized ones. They are fine, sure, but we are very different- just saying. "Hello, I am Fynnegan, but most call me Fynn. What bring you to the field today?"
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