by Verdana » Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:49 am
Balios's presence was not met with unusual interest. One of the reasons that he took such solace in the presence of the breeding mares was his inability to surprise them. They were mothers (or mothers-to-be): Stoic, level-headed and open to new ideas. Breeding mares had no time for skittishness. There were foals to be raised and worried over. Leave the politics for others, they thought.
Well, for the most part, that is.
Theo decided to break the convention that Balios had built in his mind by tearing up to him at full pelt. He started, knees locking, arching his neck with a short snort of surprise, and took two sharp steps back. In the process, he almost rammed into Dappa, who has stepped up behind him, brimming with enthusiasm, her voice gushing into the usually-tranquil cavern. The older mares turned disapproving stares onto the younger herbivores. Balios, trying to maintain a calm and controlled countenance, looked rather embarrassed.
He kicked a back hoof in warning to the mares around him, telling them to back off and calm down. His ears pinned momentarily, but he did not stay stern for very long. He looked about the cozy cave, the very cave that he had grown up in. It was familiar. In that corner, he used to sprawl out on his side to sleep. In another, he once found a piece of fungus which made him smell buttery for weeks. With nostalgia clouding his eyes, his suggestion comes out sounding sadder than he had intended.
The foragers have investigated, and most agree with me on this. It... He swished his tail, hesitating. He still wasn't sure that he was right, and he hated nothing more than being wrong.
That is, the caves are all very well and good, but... Another tense pause.
I think that we should investigate living above. Outside, that is. The fungus is growing sparse, and our herd bigger. It seems to be our only option.
We begin to travel once the word has spread, all being well.
He was not sure when his suggestion had turned into a certainty in his mind. However, it had, and he decided that he would go through with it. In fact, the foragers said that the situation with the fungus was more dire than any of the Equidiuses had suspected.
There was nothing for it.