Oracle glanced over his shoulder, making sure his mother was thoroughly occupied with another member of the herd before he slunk away. He’d informed her earlier that he was going to play and she’d agreed to this. So as long as she didn’t see him making a bee line for the woods then it wouldn’t really be that big a deal. He’d be out there well before she even noticed he was missing; and if she didn’t know he’d gone this way she’d likely just presume he was playing in the valley with the other foals. It was the perfect plan, and would give him ample time to explore. The day was warm but he could feel the temperature drop as soon as he entered the trees. The sun catching in their leaves making a colorful symphony on the ground beneath their coverage; Oracle really didn’t understand why his mother didn’t like him playing here.
Really if she’d only visit it with him she’d understand, of that he was sure. They tended away from the woods, the entire herd, unless they were traveling together. Oracle didn’t much grasp this logic, of course he’d also never asked for it to be explained so that might be why. He generally followed what they told him to do, mostly. This was just one of those things though; he loved all the smells, the sights, the sounds. It was like a mini world all its own under the tall trees.
He fluttered his tiny wings, they did little more than cause a slight breeze but that wasn’t what mattered. One day he’d be able to fly and maybe then he’d get to see what was at the tops of these trees. As he walked he looked upwards enjoying the way the leaves above him danced in different arrays of color. It was so serene and if truth be told he felt like he hadn’t a care in the world.
Had he been paying attention he might have noticed the tangle of roots before him. Had he noticed them he might not have stumbled over them and gone tumbling down the hillside in a heap of hooves, wings, and hair. He hadn’t noticed though, hadn’t bothered to pay attention so in the end he did wind up at the bottom of the hill in a tangled pile.
“Owww.” He groaned out slightly as he did his best to right himself. His front hoof was caught in his own mane, the dreaded ringlets causing him great distress more than he’d care to admit. Oracle gave a slight flutter of his wings, attempting to make sure they weren’t injured, aside from being a little sore they seemed alright. Glancing around for a moment Oracle attempted to release his leg from his mane, and after a moment he’d succeeded.
However in the tumble he’d injured his back leg, it was stingy right now but it didn’t seem like anything was really wrong with it. He could move it; it just hurt to do so. Well this was a problem; he supposed he could wait till it didn’t hurt as bad and then go back. He gave a soft sight and lowered his tiny head to rest on the roots nearest him. Probably should have been paying attention.
(Note: This is played with Oracle as a foal. ;3)
