He is drawn to her coat, more than anything else. It changes, catches his eye with each new colour, and Kilian - still young at heart and ever the eager-eyed magpie drawn to anything and everything - decides he must go and see who it belongs to. Maybe, if he was younger, he wouldn’t bother - as a child he was ever so shy, something he doesn’t like to admit anymore, now he is all grown up.
Kids and responsibilities, that is his life now. Or it should be; his kids are somewhere that is not here, and he has nothing to be responsible for.
But Kilian doesn’t mind that, it allows him to be as free as he likes.
He marches over to the colour-changing filly and an older mare - her mother, he presumes. He puts on his widest, least-creepy grin, and introduces himself: “Hello, I’m Kilian. You have a very interesting coat there, little one.” He speaks mostly to the older mare - he doesn’t want to come across too interested, he is just being friendly - but glances at the girl.
He wonders what they’re doing out here, in the Forest, all alone. He then wonders if they are homeless, and if they would like to come and live with him in the herd he is definitely going to build. He then wonders, as his mind drifts often, where he’s eventually going to live, because he hasn’t yet found anywhere, having no mares to claim a home with.
Kids and responsibilities; maybe he’s starting this new life with those in mind. |
