Er, Aiden magically poofed back to the edge of SkyHerd and trotted to the place he'd been the day before. "Sorrel? Russell?" he called, quiet but fluent in his words. There was a rustle in a patch of mulberry bushes and two chestnut faces, lips stained purple, popped out, their eyes shining brightly. When the foals saw who had called their names they pranced out, holding their heads high and dancing in circles on their long legs. One of them, a colt, reared high and long, shouting "Hwi!" quite loudly. The other, a filly, stopped in her play for a moment to look up at Aiden and say seriously, "Hewwo, Uncle Adden." She then bucked and continued dancing around, seemingly unable to stay still. Aiden chuckled and replied, "Hello, Russell. Hello, Sorrel. Miss me much?"
The two hollered in unision, "YES!" Aiden smiled happily at them; here, alone with these two foals, he was able to relax. But he knew he would have to take them back to the herd soon. They couldn't survive forever on berries, and they were too young to eat grass. They still needed milk, no matter that they protested against anything of the sort. He took a deep breath. "Sorrel, Russell, how would you two like to go see other horses?"
"But, Uncle Adden, we don't need to see udder horses," the colt whined.
"Russell, cheer up!" Aiden replied, giving the foal a light tap on the shoulder with a front hoof.
"Yeah, brudder!" the filly said, swatting the colt with her short tail. "It'll be fun!"
"That's the spirit, Sorrel!" Aiden cheered, nuzzling her neck. "Come on, guys! Let's go!" he started trotting towards SkyHerd, motioning for the bickering twins to follow. He acted happy, but truly all he felt was sorrow. Why take them back? They'll probably be able to not have any milk and still live. Then you can stay here with them, in this clearing, until the end of time. They need not know that anything else exists! A part of him said selfishly. He shook his head to rid himself of the voice and walked onward.