Life has been pretty strange. Hall and his brother had been born, basically abandoned after a few months and surprisingly had survived this long. Newer foals had been popping up in the meadow with their mothers, Hall wasn't sure what to think. He had no idea how to navigate in this life, his slight height advantage over his brother thus far wasn't much insight.
Oates has been wandering, he supposes, but he isn't sure because he is not his keeper despite them being linked together by strange forces. Hall is a thinker, a worrier even but he's learning quickly it won't help things. For now, the yearling simply flicks his tail too and from at the flies - glad that it's finally growing long enough to make a difference. It's the little things in life. He and his brother were a tad slender from lack of milk for many months but grass slowly became less bitter every day. He found friends in meadow creatures, field mice, rabbits, occasionally he got to pester a snake. For now, he just waits for his brother to return and for them to talk about things he's heard lately. He's heard about kingdoms (he's good at eavesdropping) and herds and he wonders about them. What is a kingdom? What do you do? A herd sounds so unappealing, being responsible for a group of females? Gross.
He lazily sighs and buckles his front legs beneath him, to lie openly in the sun his golden coat absorbing the sun. He is so free right now, unworried but for how long?