With increasing age came increasing confidence. No longer fresh out of the basket, Imriel was quite willing to sneak away from his watchful parents, trying to explore his newfound territory and meet other members of the large herd he was apparently a member of. It must have exasperated Yei terribly, but her son was a mischief-maker through and through, and he was safe where he currently wandered. Imriel knew better than /that/, after all.
With a head filled largely with thoughts of the insubstantial, the young colt bolted across an area of relatively flat land, kicking up his heels as he went. His strange tail feathers rattled together as he galloped, enjoying the wind over his body. He often wondered about said tail feathers- what would they turn into? He had seen some soquili had strange things on their side that let them fly. Is that what they would turn into? Oh, he hoped so! Flying would be so much fun! And the pranks that opened up to him were endless.
With thoughts of wings in his head, Imriel continued to trot onwards, brightly hued body standing out. Oh, he was so proud of himself. He just looked like his father, in miniature, though he had some traits of his mother as well. But it was his father Imriel idolized. He wanted to be just like him- strong and brave and big. His mother was silly- and she was a girl besides that! Why would he want to grow up to be a girl? He had a sister anyway. She would grow up to be like their mom, probably. He and his brothers would be like their dad. Even if he didn't have wings like his twin brother did.
