Spring was in full swing and everything was alive in the vast wide meadow where an ebony and pastel colored stallion stood watching the cloudless skies. Tilting his head to one side, he watched a pair of birds fluttered to and fro after one another, an ear twitched in curiosity of their actions. Shaking his head, the stallion lowered his head to the ground, his cotton candy colored mane falling over his eyes a bit. The grass was unusually sweet this time of year, he had noticed, though he was glad that the snows had vanished and the sun was warmer then it had at his birth.
Head twitched a little as if something tugged at his mane, Eton pulled it back and glared at the air upon the ground. The pest was back and nagging at him, Snit, an imaginary little critter that never seemed to want to leave him alone. Was he cursed with such a thing?
"Smit, get lost, go... find a log and sleep in it." Eton muttered turning away from whatever he was talking to. "No, I'm not going home, I'm older now, I don't... Why don't you go home then? I'm sure your..." He stopped and stomped the ground in frustration at this one way conversation. "Trouble maker!" He muttered after a few moments in silence, hoping that no one had heard his shouting.
