One call away

The babe had no idea why she was here or how she even managed to get here, but alas, here she was. She was young and tired and so very bored. However, she knew that to sleep here was to get lost here so she trudged on, her still-wobbly legs haphazardly carrying her bit by bit across the expanse. At her flanks, her fairly useless baby-fuzz wings flapped around simply out of boredom (and maybe curiosity about how they worked). Every now and then, an exasperated snort would tumble from her tapered snout as she trudged on, clueless as to how to get back to her momma. Up ahead, Aei'ith noticed a large figure looming. She couldn't exactly make out all of its details, but she could tell it was a horse. Her lagging step picked up with excitement as she headed towards it. As she grew closer, she could make out more of its detail, her eyes searching the foreign figure. Aei'ith was small- around 36 inches small. Seeing the enormous 17hh stranger gave her goosebumps, but she continued closer. Her momma was much smaller than that, and Aei'ith hadn't really met any other adults yet, so seeing this large beast was equally nerve-wracking as it was exciting. The small babe approaches the stranger from behind, mesmerized by her thick, full-length tail. Aei'ith was in the habit of chewing her momma's tail short (something many foals do) so seeing a fully grown one was just... wow. She was distracted by the mare's tail as she approached, but her fluffy ears caught the tail end of the stranger's words. "My name no Pan!" She giggled, wondering why the stranger called her Pan. That wasn't her name, her name is Aei'ith! After a moment, she figured the mare had nicknamed her that so she accepted it as such- her own personal nickname, she'd never had one (except when momma called her baby). Aei'ith was fairly uncultured so far and thought it was normal to simply stand behind the stranger, instead of positioning herself in a way that would cultivate eye contact and the likes. The foal made no move to change where she stood, despite how awkward it was, so it would all be up to the mare to move in order to achieve a more 'normal' positioning. "What I remember?" The babe inquired, still completely unaware that the question (and the nickname) were not for her, but for the mare's companion (which the foal still hadn't noticed).

@Otem