With a soft snort, the strange little foal made his way to the top of - what appeared to him - a large hill, something he hadn't set to do this day, but it sort of just called to him. It was strangely calming up here, as the wind danced across the grass and played with his red hair, brilliant green eyes watching over this all.
One day, when he reaches his full height and worth, he would return here to see what it'd be like as an adult, but for now, it was a good resting place - everything was much steeper and tiresome with his knobby little legs.
