06-12-2016, 08:22 PM
PHAEDRUS
Because of all the time that he spent in the kingdom and in his herd he had not yet heard of the drama that had occurred since the war. Then winter had hit and he had need to spend time hiding from the snow in the Golden Plains. Then of course it was birthing season, and while he did try to be there for his mares, on occasion he still made an attempt to escape all the female attention. His personal feelings on the matter were of little consequence, due to the fact that first he wasn’t the one toting a baby around. Second because he was the one that had caused it, they seemed to believe that they were due for double his normal attentions. Kingdom matters, and the excessive trips that he made all seemed to be of no importance to the females when their hormones were raging.
Sheba had been left behind in the Plains to offer the mares comfort for the time being. With the cloying sunshine and the full greenery, the kingdom was to tantalizing to deny. Stopping every so often to look at the world around himself the black stallion travels about the Dale exploring old and new areas. A creek gurgling nearby, he turns his head in the opposite direction when he feels a chill in the air that isn’t usual for a warm spring day. One tentative step then another, the thick chocolate of his eyes travels over the expanse of the forest.
Phaedrus decides to follow the chill, as it gets colder and colder he can’t help but smile. It had to be Weir it was the only explanation. Breaking through to a small clearing he notes that the man appears to be taking a nap, but what startles him more is the foal that pulls itself from the snow and then begins a chorus of noises that to one who has never heard them sounds ungodly at best. Curiosity gets the best of him and he steps forward nickering to the foal, but it pays him no attention. Humph well that was odd to say the least. Now as the foal continues to pester the other stallion Phaedrus isn’t sure what to do, he is certain that if Weir was taking a nap then a lost foal was not exactly the first thing on his mind.
For a minute he considers herding the foal away so that it would not disturb the stallion, but when he approaches and Weirs scent surrounds the colt Phaedrus takes a step back with a chuckle. He had never known the other to be a family man. Well this would be entertaining, he waits watching in curiosity wondering if the Weir would be upset with the little one.
Sheba had been left behind in the Plains to offer the mares comfort for the time being. With the cloying sunshine and the full greenery, the kingdom was to tantalizing to deny. Stopping every so often to look at the world around himself the black stallion travels about the Dale exploring old and new areas. A creek gurgling nearby, he turns his head in the opposite direction when he feels a chill in the air that isn’t usual for a warm spring day. One tentative step then another, the thick chocolate of his eyes travels over the expanse of the forest.
Phaedrus decides to follow the chill, as it gets colder and colder he can’t help but smile. It had to be Weir it was the only explanation. Breaking through to a small clearing he notes that the man appears to be taking a nap, but what startles him more is the foal that pulls itself from the snow and then begins a chorus of noises that to one who has never heard them sounds ungodly at best. Curiosity gets the best of him and he steps forward nickering to the foal, but it pays him no attention. Humph well that was odd to say the least. Now as the foal continues to pester the other stallion Phaedrus isn’t sure what to do, he is certain that if Weir was taking a nap then a lost foal was not exactly the first thing on his mind.
For a minute he considers herding the foal away so that it would not disturb the stallion, but when he approaches and Weirs scent surrounds the colt Phaedrus takes a step back with a chuckle. He had never known the other to be a family man. Well this would be entertaining, he waits watching in curiosity wondering if the Weir would be upset with the little one.
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