Tumbling down

The colt looked between the two mares, feeling decidedly left out. There was something going on here that he didn't understand, and his rising impatience with them both made it hard to focus on what they were saying. Standing around here, at this place, with trees obscuring the view around them and the endless drizzle from above splattering down upon his skin, was boring. He looked around in search for something to amuse himself with while Otem tried to coax a few more names from the dim reaches of her memory, but all he saw was darkness and damp and a few glowing mushrooms that clung to the branches of the trees.

Restless, he shifted from one leg to the other, grimacing wildly when the twitching of his muscles began again. From time to time it just came over him, just like the way he sometimes couldn't get his legs to work in the morning, and the only good thing about it was that it didn't hurt. Not really. But it was darn annoying, and it looked ridiculous when it was his face that twitched.

"Why don't you tell her your parent's names instead" he suggested absently, when the pauses between the names grew longer and the quiet hope in the heavy-set girl's eyes looked about to go out. He spared his mom a quick glance, as if to ask permission to leave her side - not that he would have listened if she said no - he tripped off to the side and bent over to examine a curious yellow flower, it's bell-shaped blossoms bowing and nodding under the weight of the droplets that cascaded upon them.

Was it just him, or did they give off a soft jingling sound with each swaying curtsy, like distant bells?