Ah, I see. *bobs head* In which case...
I think I shall name this darling boy Silvani, from the Roman god Silvanus, who was a deity of woods and fields, and a protector of forests. His nickname shall be Vani, pronounced similar to the male name of Danny, which has a meaning of 'God is my judge', which considering this handsome colt's sire, and the relationship I can see them having, with Vani trying to make his parents, but especially his less vocal and doting father, proud... It fits? Of course this all is tentative planning, which might very well go up in smoke once he hatches.
But with that, I am talking about this foal, and thus, not spam? Maybe? *shrugs* I tried, at least. Besides, at least this way there's no suspicion of either of us plotting to take over the world, or some other such thing. Of course, now that I actually
say that...
Horses are wonderful creatures~ "In riding a horse we borrow freedom." "Horses are God's apology for men." "Riding is a lot like nuts and bolts; if the rider's nuts, the horse bolts." Bunches of other quotes I adore and/or find humorous, but there'd be paragraphs upon paragraphs were I to continue.
The sweet smell of horses and alfalfa, the creak of well-worn leather, those soft, velveteen kisses only a horse can give... Wonderful, wonderful creatures. As for genetics... For me it's the puzzle of it all, and how everything ties together, and why it does or doesn't work. Why can you take two solid colored horses, breed them together, and then breed that solid colored foal to a varnish roan and get a blanket appaloosa? Or breed two solid bay horses and get a stunning macchiato foal, like
so? Two black horses and get a chestnut? Two grey horses and get a colored foal, who having not inherited the gene, never greys out? What about the amber eyes occasionally found in Paso Fino horses, often called tiger eyes, was it a recessive gene finally surfacing, or a recent mutation? I find the entire thing quite fascinating, despite the blank looks my eager chatter so often prompts.