Though he hadn't been out of his little confined basket long, Morkin's body was well fit. He felt strong, and every chance he got, he found himself wondering around, yet staying close to those he was told to. The Flock was far too structured to wonder far, especially outside the boundaries! He had been dropped off by his mother just moments ago, left to learn at the nursery with the other colts. His ears pinned, Morkin found himself quietly wondering from one area to the next, trying to avoid some of the other males.
He felt somewhat left out from them. Morkin, somehow, didn't exhibit any qualities of a Harpy. He knew it was a great honor to live here, and to be born into this, instead of born out there where it was dangerous. But looking upon the other colts, even his own brother, he realized just how much he stood out. He had four hooves, and no claws, as well as no feathers. Sure, he could just be immature to that right now, and perhaps grow into some later, but as of now, he felt a little put out from the group.
So the small colt moved away, listening from afar, and laid down in a small patch of grass in the Nursery. His ears flickered up, eyes focused on their teacher. That was one thing he did get from his darling Mother. The eyes of a Harpy. As well as an owl. Said bird was resting up in a tree, yet had a very cautious stare aimed down at Morkin, as if watching him. The colt let out a small noise, shook out his red mane, and watched the others, as well as the teacher.
