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We aim to misbehave - Ivar - Santana - 06-06-2018 Splish splash, WHOMP! The boys had been rough housing in the shallows of the river, enjoying the coolness of the water on their coats. Sunlight filtered through bushy willows and poplars, making kaleidoscopic patterns in the ripples they were creating. Rearing and bucking, the colts were a whirl of blue and scarlet, vibrant in their little hollow. Play turned to wrestling when Raul grabbed hold of his brother's wing in his mouth, unbalancing the pale brother. Slipping in the river muck, Santana stumbled backwards, held in limbo for an instant until his brother released his hold. With a squeal indignation, the slender colt surfaced. Steam rose in a cloud about him. "That was mean, Raul! I'm telling Mommmm!" He huffed, dragging his sopping wings out of the water quicker than the fire maned twin could follow. Raul switched from laughter to anxiety within the space of a heartbeat. "No, don't! I'm sorry Tana, I won't do it again! Tana, wait! SANTANA!" The leggy brothers raced from the river to the willow grove where Mom had been grazing, still within earshot of the boy's play space. "You're such a baby, Tana..." Raul grumbled as they trailed each other home. He almost didn't stop fast enough. Santana had paused in his tracks. Staring at the empty space, the brothers stepped subconsciously closer until their shoulders met. A flat spot still marked a space their mother must have laid recently. Strange odors hung in the air, foreign and pungent. Something was really wrong here. "Mom...? Where's mom, Raul?" The shorter colt looked up to his brother, only to find his own concern mirrored on his counterparts face. Not knowing what else to do, they wandered back to their sandy river bank. It was afternoon, and night would be there before they knew it. What were they going to do? @[Ivar] RE: We aim to misbehave - Ivar - Ivar - 06-07-2018
RE: We aim to misbehave - Ivar - Santana - 06-09-2018 They hadn't reached the point of tears just yet. It was scary to come back from play to find your mother missing, but they were tough boys. Mama said so. So they stood at the edge of the river, grazing in turn and watching each others backs and looking to the skies for some sign of Sabra. A pale ripple in the water draws theirs attentions at once, and for a heart stopping moment it is their mother's drowned form they see in the river. Santana stepped forward, only to fall back with a gasp when the pale body in the water rose and resolved into a familiar figure. Twin grave expressions greeted the river lord as he neared. "Uncle Ivar! We can't find mom anywhere... have you seen her?" Raul took the lead, a hopeful note coloring his wobbly plea. Both boys stared up at the scaled man as though he held every answer ever, and would be able to tell them right away what had happened. He had to. If he didn't know, then momma might actually be gone, and if she was gone, then both of they're parents were gone. Tana threw a wing over his brother's back, trying to feel a bit less alone. At least they had met their mother. Stories were all they had of their father and older brother. They had each other, and maybe now Uncle Ivar could help them somehow. Or maybe mom hadn't really left, and the weird scents around their nest had blown in from somewhere else. She'd be back soon, and they'd been worried for nothing. That had to be it, right? @[Ivar] RE: We aim to misbehave - Ivar - Ivar - 06-17-2018
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