The first Saturday night of April.
Walking through the pasture with little shelter from the elements, the cold wind was still biting.
Ahead, rising white mist from their breath could still be seen from time to time.
However, the broad patches of snow that had remained just last week had completely vanished.
It really was still cold—
Unable to help it, they stamped their slightly numb legs.
This year's group nighttime turnout for the foals had officially begun as well.
Though he was the eldest of the foals born this year, Viserys was thoroughly like a youngest child.
He also often broke away from the group and ran over to Mr. Cat, to the point that M-chan, who was at least nominally the lead mare of this group, nearly always let out an anxious neigh like a teacher leading elementary school students on a field trip whenever she turned back to count heads.
No matter what, being able to graze alongside the other two foals was already tremendous progress for Viserys.
And—
Even among a group of only three foals, Viserys was not the only one they had to worry about.
Liban, the Black-Haired Princess, was far livelier than her older brother had been at the same age and gave her mother headaches every day.
She constantly bounced and leaped around the pasture, seeming to spend more time frolicking and causing mischief than standing quietly.
The astonishing jumping ability of a foal without even needing a running start, and those springy, fawn-like movements, were impressive no matter how many times one saw them.
And—
In Liban's case, after every mad dash of running, hopping, and leaping along the edge of the pasture, she could precisely return to her mother's side and stop.
Though she did occasionally lose her footing and