Hello boys and girls (any)

Michelangelo didn't know what to think. He had been left here to die by his mother, and then she reappears like nothing happened. He knew his father was hurting when she left...he'd thought his mother and brother had cared and loved them, but they'd left without a word. And now they were back, and his father was acting as if they'd never left. He sighed, his buckskin pelt reflecting the heat of the sun beating down mostly as he tilted his head and looked toward his right side, where his 'friend' Leonardo always was. He wasn't sure if he was going mad or what, but lately he could've sworn that to the left there was another, a chestnut, just watching...as if waiting until the opportune moment to strike. Only glimpses ever, just like of Leonardo. He didn't question their existence though, he knew they were real. At the moment, none of them were saying anything, they were just staring into the distance of the sand, contemplating. Michelangelo did not often get lost in thought, but when he did-it could be quite dangerous.
A shrill whinny escaped him and he nipped at the air in front of him, ears flicking back as his tail swished. He wanted to just run. Run and run and run and never look back on his silly family. "That would be irresponsible, Mikey." Came the still small voice of Leonardo, scolding him for thinking of leaving. It would just cause the same pain in his family he was feeling. Mikey knew that, but he was still angry with them, and anger was not an emotion he was used to feeling.
"What am I supposed to do? Just pretend they never left like father apparently does?"
His voice came out as more of a hiss than anything else, glancing to his right again. Still there was no solid form of a horse; only a fleeting glance. "No, but think it through before you do something stupid..." The voice trailed off for a moment, "Quiet, someone's here."

He could smell the foreign mare, though it did not tantalize him as she had probably hoped. He was still a little too young for all those sorts of things. But, perhaps he could prove that he was stronger now, to both his father and his mother and brother, if he stopped this invader and brought her to justice. With a triumphant squeal (it was the best he could do, come on now he's only eighteen months his voice hadn't dropped octaves yet), him and his...nonexistent minions of the chestnut and the coal black paint horses on either side galloped toward the smell of the mare. And as he skidded to a stop a few yards from her, he could not help but let loose a grin and a laugh; thoughts of his family momentarily vanishing. Perhaps this was someone who could be his friend, seeing as what they were doing.
"Ah, you might not want to do that, miss."

For instead of the majestic stallion she thought was standing in front of her, there was a cactus. A rather odd shaped cactus, it could have, from a distance, easily been mistaken for a horse. A wide grin and a giggle escaped the colts neck as he pranced a little closer to the fae; even if hormones hadn't completely kicked in to make him sex crazed, he could still act like a giddy school boy with a crush, and she was a rather pretty shade of blue.
"He is a rather handsome cactus, but I don't imagine those are the types of pricks you're looking for?"
He was, after all, his father's son. He knew a little about the birds and the bees, even if he was mostly naive and innocent to whatever madness was going on within Kimber's head.