Hoshor Plains Minerals are needed

Tseax pranced over to his mother, his steps still carrying the jaunty playfulness of a foal though he was a yearling now, nickering softly he snuffles his mother's nose in greeting. He knew his mother worried about him but what she didn't know was that he intended on being her protected, along with his father of course.


Speaking of his role Model, he cast a glance around spotting the large stallion with ease. He approached him hesitantly whinnying softly, for even though he was the child of this stallion he still had to show the proper respect.