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 Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 10:19 pm
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Weasley has left his mama's side and trailed off on his own while he marched through the green clearing in the forest. He flapped his wings as the wind picked up and still was not quite sure how to use them properly while he had to keep the rest of his body as still as a rock. His hind legs and tail grazed past the bushes in his path and he plopped down on all four legs again. Not wanting to seek help from his papa, he gave flying a rest before trying again.
Up ahead, he spotted a narrow river partially covered by slanted willow trees. The thoughts about being able to lap up the cold liquid made him become thirsty. Weasley licked his parched lips and folded his wings neatly against his body as he galloped towards the small body of water. "I will be right back ma! Just getting some water!" he called back at her.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 12:01 pm
((Oh snap! I thought I'd replied before now. Sorry for the wait. :c )) Down by the water's edge, just slightly around the bend, was a little white and black winged colt. He was currently making a mess of things ,splashing in the bank, rolling around in the mud, and generally enjoying the cold, clean water. It was all run off from winter, and what had started out as a reason to drink, had quickly divulged in to a reason to play. So it was, the little colt was doing his best to bathe his wings, and preen the itchy feathers. His mother kept telling him he might soon molt, but that didn't mean anything to the young colt! The water felt nice along his feathers, for all that he became water logged, and he was only too happy to keep up his games.
"La, la, la -- playing, playing, Saha's playing! Yep, yep, yep. Water is cold, and nice, and fun, and makes for silly games, so much fun!" He sang without a tune, without really having much of an ability to rhyme, but the innocent, kalona tailed colt didn't care. He didn't worry about what others thought of him, so he couldn't possibly be self-conscious. At least not at this age.
So it was, he was completely oblivious to the approach of another colt. All he was focused on was the way the water sparkled in the sunshine, the way it felt upon his puffed out feathers, and how much fun he was having humming and singing to himself. He was a very simple colt, simple of heart, simple of mind, but overly genuine and sweet.
This was, as far as he was concerned, the very best day ever.
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