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One of the frolicking foals peeled away from the group as he noticed the presence of Scythe, the herd's brave protector. He also happened to be Padmaraja's great grandfather, and where he inherited his twisting horns. Horns he had originally hated, due to the reaction they had on his mother, along with his eyes.. Their mother's interactions with them, how she treated them. He didn't exactly feel loved by her.

In time though he had begun to realize that the horns were a point of pride, not something to be ashamed of, and that his family, his herd, loved him. He would take what love he could get, and he would be there for his brother and sister where their mother was not. He wanted them happy, safe, and it was the reason he had slipped away from them to trot over to his grandfather. Bumping his shoulder along the big stallion's leg in greeting.

Who better to teach him to be strong then the one trusted to protect their entire herd?

For a brief moment the horned colt forgot his purpose as she wound himself about his grandfather's legs. Prancing about the larger stallion as he spoke. A flip of his head beside one long braid twitched it up and over the little male's shoulders, as he slipped aorund to come to a stop at Scythe's side. "Nothing today, Grandfather." Tiny shoulders rolled in a half shrug, the braid slipping a little. "I actually had a question." He paused, slitted gaze dipping to the ground then back up. "Well, more of a request, I guess."

Bright hooves packed the ground beneath them as he fidgeted slightly. it wasn't that he was afraid of his grandfather, impressive and imposing as he may appear. In fact, it was that frightful exterior and loving nature that made Padmarajaj look up to and admire him. No, what gave him pause was the nature of the request. He didn't want to impose. "I want to be strong, Grandfather. I want to have the strength and skill to keep Shiva and Phala safe." Their mother.. He loved her, but he wasn't sure if the mare would give her life to protect them. No.. He was nearly certain she wouldn't.

If Bari could not give them love and safety, then Padma would. He would fill that void left by their troubled mother, and he would care for his brother and sister.

The nibble to his mane made him smile, a quick flicker, there and gone as she pressed himself against the larger male's leg. He had no father that he knew, but Scythe seemed to have filled that roll for the ebony and rose colt. He looked up to him rather adoringly. Enjoyed spending time with him. When mentioned that he might one day be a grand protector to the heard his head lifted, slitted eyes widening gently. "Do you really think so?" The idea had never occurred to him before, but he was young. The position did sound appealing though. He could protect his family, his herd. Keep not just his siblings safe, but everyone he cared for.

Stilling his nervous dance, the foal looked up at the protector unflinching. Perhaps it was silly, a small foal speaking of such things, but to him it was serious. "I want to learn how to fight, to defend." Pink lips pursed thoughtfully. "Everything I would need to know to keep them safe and cared for."

Dark ears trained forward as he listened intently to his grandfather, though he gave a gentle shake of his head as the mention of his cousin. "No, I have not." If he had more family, he would certainly like to meet them, but that was a plan for another day. He was determined to learn, and little would have distracted him away from his chosen path.

He was sure, most definitely. He nodded even as he spoke his confirmation. "Yes Grandfather, I'm sure." His siblings need him. They needed love and safety. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to become strong like you and Haya." He stood a little straighter, small chest puffed.

The nose to his chest made him cough, breathing out suddenly as she stumbled, but he was smiling when he turned his head back up to the larger male. "Someone needs to keep them safe, and I want that someone to me." The smile faltered, but only a little. "When will we go find Haya?" He was perhaps a little eager, evident by his poorly masked impatience and the shuffling of bright hooves.