The young stallion was far more mild than Widow himself in his youth, or even through most of his previous stages of life. Widow himself had grown up in the shadow of an aggressive, competitive family. Kalona herds were not particularly nurturing, by nature. Mixed herds even less so, with the high possibility of insanity, resentment and predatory instincts at war. Such things were not factors in the way the young 'Makers' were bred, born and raised. Growing up in a peaceful herd with a largely non-combative family, Tryst and Tian had wanted for nothing as colts and young stallions. They had a quiet and fulfilling life, companions and various teachers and influences.
Apparently that was no longer enough. Too much peace was not a luxury or complaint that Widow had about his younger years. Which, was perhaps every sire's goal, that his offspring might grow up in an environment more nurturing than the one he had experienced. Very well, the young stallions were restless, and in need of additional entertainments.
An accomplishment of a kind.
"If you feel you are truly so lacking in entertainment," Widow eventually conceded, amusement rumbling in his tone. "By all means, I'll allow it. You are welcome to go on to your Faire and and see what amusements await you. If you so happen to find some profitable trade or access to fresh resources for the benefit of the herd, so much the better. But if your goal is to be distracted and amused, I wish you well in it. Don't be away too long, your mother will worry and your brother may be annoyed to have been left out."
Pausing with a tilt of his head and a flick of his ears, Widowmaker fixed a bright glowing eye on his son. "Unless, of course, you mean to invite him along and take him with you?"
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