Only a few days before he had left the confines of his basket and now he was free from the closed space, everything seemed so large and so open. He was tiny in a huge world. The foal walked to the slow moving river and was able to see his reflection on the waters, he appeared the same as his family but he could see the way they looked at his tail. His blue eyes flicked to his spiked tail, he liked to imagine himself as part dragon, he had a fire in his heart and a passion for collecting things, only thing he lacked were the wings. A smile crossed his countenance, his family was still getting used to the idea but soon he and his tail will grow on them and they would not even notice a difference.
They had given him the name Killian, which meant bright, he was sure that they were not referencing his coloration when they came up with that name, so perhaps it was a name to inspire him intellectually. Thick clouds blocked the sun, causing the young foal to become chilled. A soft torrent of rain began to fall from the sky and soak the earth. He looked at the forest around him, a tree with thick branches seemed like his best bet from becoming drenched in the next few minutes.
“It’s raining, it’s pouring, father is snoring…” Killian laughed out loud at the absurdity of his song and how that was all he could come up with while witnessing his first rainfall. Once that realization hit him, the young colt paused and watched as the world became soaked. “It’s so beautiful… so peaceful…. And cold.” He shivered, but could not take his eyes away from the scene before him.
