Trekori had been a curious little colt; too bad the kid had wings and took off, leaving his elder grounded without being able to counter his opinions properly. His nephew had, however, at least instructed him to go find his mother because she was 'back from the dead'. Leilan hadn't taken too long before making the trek; even if he was slower than any winged horse, at least he would make it before the snow and ice made all of that impossible. It was still cold wherever the roaning stallion went; but being on the move made it bearable. He did not have anything better to do anyway, and he had not seen his mother for most of his life. Somehow she had managed to die without him being around, but apparently she was already back before he was, by some curious way of the Beqanna fairies' magic. He had heard of her passing and then now he heard she was returned - odd how those things went by. Almost as if she never died. He wondered for a moment who else was dead, but did not think lingering on that would help him. The silver-maned man strode through the forest and the riverlands like it was nothing, but the weather hadn't been too hard on him and he reached the northern cliff-hugged land soon enough. Roaming the border for a while, he thought on how to approach. In the end, he just decided to boldly crash forward, straight towards Nerine's centre. He assumed someone might approach and ask about this before attacking, but his scent might match his parent's enough to not be attacked immediately, and even if he was, he had hooves and teeth too. After a while he was definitely done searching on his own. He shrugged off any ideas about attacks, and called out to the sky. It would be easier that way. |
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Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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