Each rapid breath sent puffs of air from his lungs. Her dark eyes look into his with a question on her lips, are you ok? He was unsure. He wasn't in extreme pain. The bending of his fragile wings under his weight the extent of it. Ears flick forwards as he answers in a worried tone, "Am I burning?" He asks almost serious. Too young to actually know what burning was or felt like.
Soon his breathing slowed to normalcy and he lifts his head from the hard dirt. Gathering his thin limbs to fold under him. His one wing remained tucked under his side and it pinched uncomfortably. In irritation he snorts as his forelimbs bend and hindquarters rise. The dark of his tail thrashing against his buttocks as he worked to steady himself. Careful to not step on the mess of leather gathered at his sides. Tiny hooves grip the ground as he begins to stand. A slight wobble to his limbs. His muscles weak from little use. There wasn't much space in a cave to exercise...
Now fully erected his mismatched eyes wander about. Traveling from the ground to his immediate surrounding. Finally finding the dark mare that was watching him with concern and amusement. His tummy grumbles as his gaze meets hers. Thoughts traveling to his mother that resides still in the cave. His head twists to view the dark opening. Pondering for a moment on why she had not followed them. "Where's my momma?" Eyes wide, he looks to the dark mare for an answer. Not realizes that she hadn't one to give...
@[Amorette]