PYXIS

A GENTLE SOUL

Being away from his father was a feat, but it didn't really count when he was only wandering one part of the Court, where his father kept an eye on him. Of course, little Pyxis didn't see Orion lingering nearby watching him, he only explored.

He was still young, approaching a yearling age, and was stronger than he had been. He was still incredibly small too, tiny hooves kicking at small rocks as his ears twisted and he glanced around. There used to be so many others wandering around, and now he found this place to be a little.. emptier. Maybe they were all busy.

Dad was always busy, he knew. He talked about far off lands and other horses that seemed like fantasy places, and Pyx had sat there and listened to him with big, lavender, bright eyes. He had listened, had been fascinated, and now he wondered if his father would ever take him to those places.

'You're too young right now, and you need to grow more. You need your strength to make journeys like that.' It didn't help that he couldn't really do anything in the dark either. It would slow them down, his night blindness.

So instead, the hybrid colt let out a soft sigh, his ears falling even as his scales glittered in the autumn sun. His tiny head dropped, antlers just starting to bud more on his head, no longer little buttons that had simply sat there looking strange.