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"Dreadful days, in the boring life." Muttered a young colt who looked like he had just rolled out of his basket, in truth he had. But had a different outlook on the whole matter. "Can things get it get any worse?"

It was actually a good day though at least it wasn't raining... Yet... Walking a bit stiffly near a river, a young silver and brown colt eyed the water not really noticing where he was going. Not until he spotted something else in the water, it looked like another's reflection? Stopping and pulling his gaze from the water he looked up at what could have been causing the strange reflection.

Well it certainly wasn't much to look at to him. A filly at best with curious looking wings. Not that he hadn't heard about the type before. His Uncle Eton had always spoken of his 'son' having funny looking wings. And what was that in her hair? Weeds? Raising a brow, Myrrh walked closer toward the filly,

"When was the last time you had a bath?" He asked outright tilting his head. "Because you've got weeds growing in your mane."

Myrrh watched the filly, a brow raising as she called him impolite. Impolite? Him? Never. Well not that he could remember anyways, tilting his head to one side he watcher her for a moment. Golden eyes watching her, examining her wings and stretching his neck out a little to get a closer look at her mane.

"Nope, still looks like weeds to me. And I just bathed this morning, so I'm not filthy." he nodded stomping a dark indigo hoof. "And I wasn't being polite, I was just saying what was on my mind."

Raising his head up high, eyes closed as if he were standing more dignified then the filly herself, whom was a lot older then he was. Though his nose scrunched up a bit before he turned it off to the side, an eyes watching her.

"The names Myrrh by the way. What's yours?" he inquired stepping closer, though minding to keep still a fair distance away from the filly.

Myrrh merely watched, barely cracking a smile as he watched the filly jump into the water to prove a point that she wasn't filthy. He could have sworn that something was growing in her mane, guess he was wrong though he wouldn't admit it. Shrugging, his eyes closed the colt ignored the angry look on her face.

"Whatever, only proves that you bath." He stated waving a hoof a little. "Plumeria is it? Cute name, for you." He nodded idly as if he were growing bored already. "And you should learn to control your temper. If it were anyone else, would you still be this ill-tempered?" A grin coming to him, he really needed to be taught some lessons...

Myrrh watched the filly as she seemed to set herself up to run? A brow raising a little he didn't know what the heck she was doing. Nor did he thing he wanted to know, tail flicking behind him, he just watched. Though his ears perked up at the mention of a 'challenge', was that way she was setting herself up to run? Tilting his head, he walked over and stood quite oblivious beside her.

"And this is a challenge how?" he wondered looking toward the tree she seemed to be staring at. "It's not like you can scare that tree into picking up its roots and fleeing into the other trees." He was quite blank as to what she was getting at.

He was indeed bored, but surely there had to be other things to do other then stare at a tree and look like you were going to run head long into it. Shaking his head, Myrrh mimicked her stance, though felt utterly ridiculous doing so, as this foalish thing seemed way out of his league all together. And this mention of boredom was the mere tip of his proverbial Ice burg.

Myrrh straightened up and almost seemed like he was going to look down at the filly. No he'd never raced anyone before. He never did anything so foolish nor did he think he would ever do things like that.

"No, I've never made race with anyone before." He put out quite bluntly. "Doing what someone else wants? Please, why not just get your parents to do what you want?" head tilting he watched her curiously for the moment. Though in fact he really didn't know what a race was. "Though please, explain this race thing."

((*Reverts back to foal Myrrh* xD ))

Myrrh watched the flutter filly as she explained about racing. His head raised a little at the mention of all the running, feeling the wind, the earth and feeling like he was flying? What point was that? Just to make yourself sweaty, smelly and very tired? Shaking his head and looking back toward the tree that she had wanted to race to, it didn't seem that far at all really. Still, he didn't know if he really wanted to make himself sweaty and smelly.

"Sounds like an excuse to get someone ready for a bath if you ask me." Myrrh said finally looking quite bored with the idea. "Wouldn't just walking to the tree be better? That way you didn't get all hot, sweaty and smelly? Nor would you get tired and be in need of a drink from the local watering hole." He gestured back at the river.