not so pleasant after all

[symphony]

King's Park and Pleasant Disposition

She had thought it quite witty, the name she had picked out for Sola's next foal. This breeding had been planned out in her head for quite some time; instead of paying the high stud fees of the higher-calibre stallions that existed outside of King's Park, Sola had been bred to their own stable star, the palomino six year old known as Spiritway. It was perfect, hypothetically - both were sprinters and speedsters, though on opposing surfaces, and both had raced quite successfully in the higher levels of racing. And all of Sola's foals to date had been quite sensible beings.

This colt though seemed to be nothing but trouble. Just like Eidolon, he came in the middle of the damn night, with no warning and no one watching over them. Darren was the first one to discover the golden foal wobbling around his mother's stall, and had Tally down at the stables in record time. When she first saw him, Tally had half a mind to test his parents for the splash gene - his face was covered by a wide blaze that was very bottom-heavy, and two long stockings reached for his hocks. He was a deeper gold than his sire, a much richer colour than the light cream of Spirit - Tally couldn't quite decide which shade she preferred more.

He was promptly named Pleasant Disposition - pleasant, as a synonym of fun, and disposition for spirit. Selena and Tally were both proud of having come up with that name, and in theory it was perfect for the golden colt. But that was before they got to know him.

Phe, as he was nicknamed, was in short, a monster. To Tally and Sola, he was nothing but pleasant; to the rest of the world, he was a demon in disguise. Not three hours after he was discovered did he try to double barrel Selena as she fed Sola. And they suspected it would only get worse. Phe was mad, they had decided within a week, as he cavorted around the paddock at a lightning-fast pace, almost crashing into the fence so off-balance was his gait. And yet, unbalanced or not, he was faster than anything turned out with him, and feistier. When turned out next door, Spirit promptly decided he didn't at all like his creamy little son, making quite a fuss about it.

It was clear who was the next boss of the pasture, at least. They would have to wait and see about the track.