It didn't feel like it was going to be a very good day at all. His body was aching and groaning like ancient trees in a gale storm, and there was a decisive chill to the air that made him shudder whenever the wind decided to pick up. Cobalt hooves pawed irritably at the ground, and the colt snorted derisively at the air before he ducked his head down. Where had all this weather blown in from? He wasn't quite sure, but he was already deciding that he didn't like it. From the slowly greying skies to the smell of water lingering on the currents... It seemed like it was going to be quite a storm.
He hesitated in his family's clearing for a moment, knowing they were close by, yet always feeling as though he was somehow... well, intruding on them. Like he was some sort of burden. Was that how everyone felt? Diriel couldn't believe that to be true. It just didn't feel right, somehow. But that was neither here, nor there, and the little colt was distracted for now by the seemingly angry skies. It was easier to feel brave against a demon that had no face, to plant his legs firmly while his lips curled back in a ferocious snarl.
Being strong wasn't so difficult, after all. He could face this menace alone--he was so used to solitude that it didn't really bother him much anymore. Not unless he thought about it. The heavens suddenly growled back at him and he jumped, ears pinning back with surprise and embarrassment. ...Well. Maybe it was a little harder than he'd thought.
