It was so very hot outside, and Hallon could hardly summon the willpower to even get to his feet. Still, grudgingly, he did, and after allowing himself to be fussed over by his mother for a moment, the colt wearily slunk into the shade of the trees. How could it possibly be so hot? The river was his only source of relief in this weather, and that was where he plodded steadfastly towards.
Gratefully wading in up to his ankles, the colt did his best to get the cool water all over him without having to go in too deeply--Laurelin had warned him about the dangerous of losing his footing in a river, even when it had as gentle a current as this one.
Finally lifting his head up to blink the droplets out of his eyes, Hallon thoughtfully eyed his surroundings, looking for some more of those strange, spiny sort of cones that sometimes fell from the trees. Sita had liked talking to those (the name he abashedly could not recall), and with any luck, she would like it if he brought her some more. Revitalized from his temporary dip, he bounded forward with new energy, searching for treasures he could bring back to his sister.
