ITP: Baaaaby animals. Well, one baby horse.

[al_for_one]

[On this fine day in Camp there is one young colt very carefully picking his way towards the mess hall on unsteady legs.

... Make that was. His legs just went in all the wrong directions and he flopped to the ground with a startled whinny. What will you do?]

Comments

[tis_allgood]

[investigate... an try not to laugh at the fall]

[tis_allgood]

How exactly did thee intend to mix it?

[al_for_one]

Asking one of the cooks to help, mayhap.

[standing close, like, well, a foal would with it's mother :3]

[tis_allgood]

[s-socute... also: worried about you]

I'm afraid you may have to trust me to it.

[al_for_one]

[leaning against a little] Aye, I trust thee.

[tis_allgood]

Come on then. [leading the way, slowly, so you don't end up falling again]

[al_for_one]

[sticking to your side like glue now but much more relaxed than before]

[tis_allgood]

You may have to wait outside while I fetch it. 'Tis a bit slippery inside for those hooves.

[al_for_one]

[this pushing up against you is a no] I can manage, I wot.

[tis_allgood]

Then I shall not help you when you fall.

[al_for_one]

Then I shall not fall.

[not leaving substitute mommy you]

[tis_allgood]

Oh, Al. [putting his arms around your little horse neck, SO WORRIED]

[al_for_one]

[leaning and whuffling in confusion] Bert?

[tis_allgood]

I feel terrible for this.

[al_for_one]

Thee is not to blame.

[nudge nudge. feel better]

[tis_allgood]

[petting] Let's get thee something to eat.