A teenie figure

[Skysong]

Sliver promptly tugged his tail out of the foal's grasp and glared at it. "If I am going to help you, the least you could do is not touch me!"

He raised a hoof as if to strike at the foal, but then noticed the wound on his nose, and the other wounds that he had not noticed before. It looked as though the foal had seen enough strikings in his life already, despite his young age. The Lamanayr sighed and lowered his hoof instead, then turned and started to walk in the direction of the Song of the Rainbow Hotsprings, assuming that the foal would follow.

[Mouse]

Another shrivel as the hoof is raised, and wide terrified eyes. There's a visible relaxation as the hoof is again lowered.

The colt shuffled alongside Sliver, probably far too close for the larger to be confortable with. But the foal seems comforted by the physical presence - even if it couldn't touch. Just hte soft whisper of partial foot tufts nearby was enough - the little one wasn't alone anymore, and for that it was happy. Sliver was its buddy! <3 <3 <3

[Skysong]

What a way for his day to go in. Sliver had a feeling that he wouldn't be getting the rest and relaxation that he had so craved. Even worse, he had to take the little one of the Song of the Rainbow Hotsprings, which was always full of young, lively, lucious, tempting Samanayrs..

Sliver tried awkwardly to lean away from the foal while they walked, attempting to divert his attention away from the thought of tasty Samanayrs. He could do this. He had not had any problems the last time he was there, and he would not have any problems this time, either.

He hoped.

[Mouse]

Although tired, the colt was almost marching. It lifted its little stubby legs high, and march-march-marched importantly alongside Sliver. Little wings tried to spread as if it were a parade, wobbling as it attempted to holds its balance. The tiny head swayed side to side as if it could hear a song.

It didn'tstray too far from Sliver's side, though was careful not ot get underfoot - it veered if it felt it was too close.

[Skysong]

As Sliver glanced at the foal again, he noticed it was walking in a rather peculiar manner, as if dizzy or sick.

"What's the matteyr with you?" he asked the foal, feeling rather annoyed, "Ayre you not feeling well?"

Wouldn't that just be his luck. Not only was the foal apparently intent on following him absolutely everywhere, but there was a chance it was ill, too. The way this day was going, it would drop over dead in the next moment, and Sliver would take the blame.

[Mouse]

((*chokes on a giggle, trying not ot distract her coworkers*))

"Peep?" It blinked at Sliver then continued on its way, afterall it was march-- OOooooo.. A bug fluttered up ahead. Sneaky sneaky, the colt tried ot tiptoe towards it. Granted, it wasn't really doing _well_ at beign stealthy, but hte bug didn't seem threatened by the baby, and continued on its buggy way.

With a move that can only be called a "boink", the little colt pounced! And missed! It tumbled rump over head, ending in a sitting position looking rather perplexed. In teh next moment, it appeared to have forgotten about the bug adn was shadowing Sliver again.

[Skysong]

Sliver just rolled his eyes when the colt responded with a 'peep.' At his age he should at least be able to understand simple phrases, and be able to reply with a 'yes' or a 'no.' Apparently his parents, whoever they'd been and wherever they were, had not bothered to teach him to speak properly. How peculiar.

There was something about this colt that continued to remain on the tip of his mind, just beyond his comprehension. For some reason he found himself thinking of that Mystery foal, the speechless abomination he had encountered in days past. Something about the way the foal smelled, maybe, or moved..

Could it be..? He had not encounted the Misery for quite some time, could she have..?

The foal's stalk-and-pounce of the bug distracted him from his train of thought, and Sliver found himself supressing a smile at the foal's antics.

[Mouse]

Totally oblivious to the older Lamanyr's thoughts, the colt bounced a few times on its tippytoes, then began to look around. It didn't know what it was supposed to be doing at this age, afterall. Rocks.. rocks.. grass puff.. rocks... tree... zomg MOTH!!

Despite his earlier tiredness, the colt began to run helter skelter, trying to catch up with teh twiddly-fluttering moth. Once semi-closeness was achieved, he bounced up, up, up wiggling his wings wildly (and rather comically) to try to keep up. Bounce, Bounce, Bounce...

splat.

Not being quite so coordinated, the foal missed a landing and tumbled again - a fair bit harder that last time. But, unfortunately used to a bood 'brain buster' tumble from his mother's kicks, it simply picked itself back up, wobbled back over to Sliver, and once more continued on its way - a little less enthusiastically. (It does its best not to show that that did sorta hurt though..)