05-19-2018, 08:44 AM
She smiles in return, and Grye absently kneads the sand with his forefeet even as he leans in to her greeting, muzzle to muzzle and intrigued by the smell of unfamiliar trees on her skin. His birth-home had always smelled of sulfur and sweet-grass, and Ischia smells of tropical trees and saltwater. The boy hadn’t even noticed that his feet were still in their secondary form, long finger-like talons instead of round hooves. He’d been picking things up in the tidepools, and he could do that with dextrous talons in a way he certainly could not with hooves. But the notices as he is pulling back, and his smile turns sheepish. His family insists that he should be more aware, by his age, of his talons. They don’t care, one way or another, what his feet look like, but they are disapproving of the way he is simply unaware of them.
Grye doesn’t really understand their concern, his talons being as much a part of him as the wings that he can’t think away, but last time he’d been on the verge of throwing a fit worthy of any his irascible dam had ever graced them with, his older, diplomatically inclined uncle Bel had quietly pulled him aside to explain that it might make people uncomfortable, and he should always be considerate of the effect he has on others. That had gotten Grye’s attention, and he had been trying to pay more attention. He concentrates for a moment on the feeling of hooves, and is glad to see his forefeet slowly change back to the blunt, round shape of a normal horse. He hopes he hasn’t made his new friend (for he doesn’t guess she could be anything else) uncomfortable.
His first response to her words is an outpouring of excitement, because the yearling can help with her quest! “Oh! Grandpa was going to check on Galilee. I can take you to him,” he turns to lead the way towards the trees and the paths that are worn into the ground underneath them, but a mental review of what Lepis had actually said has him screeching to a halt, and shooting the mare an uncertain look. “Sylva?” he voices the word in clear question. Brennen might believe in keeping his youngsters close and safe, but he doesn’t believe in lying to them. He hasn’t shared any details with the children, but his concern over what news Grye’s aunt and uncle had brought back from Sylva and the fact that he considered Sylva one of the main reasons Grye and the other children had not been allowed off the island have stuck with the pale colt, and he considers whether it would be wise to bring an emissary from that Kingdom to his Grandfather’s favorite resting place, where his foster-grandmother Galilee is fat with pregnancy, and his yearling aunt probably chases butterflies (one of Khaeli’s favorite games).
No, he thinks, best not to go any farther without consulting with an adult. Green eyes look around, hoping one of those exalted individuals with present themselves, but alas, it seems his many babysitters are as glad to be free of the task as he was to be free of them, and have made themselves scarce to pursue tasks unsuited to a yearling nephew or Brother poking along behind. “Um, on second thought, Galilee really likes a little privacy when she’s nesting. I’m sure Grandpa will come back to the shore to check for visitors at low tide. Can I show you my favorite tidepool, while we wait?”
ooc; clearly he needs a different HTML because you are not the first person to think he has a beak or actually looks like a gryphon lol. I pretended she was interested in his talons because he sometimes has those <3
Grye doesn’t really understand their concern, his talons being as much a part of him as the wings that he can’t think away, but last time he’d been on the verge of throwing a fit worthy of any his irascible dam had ever graced them with, his older, diplomatically inclined uncle Bel had quietly pulled him aside to explain that it might make people uncomfortable, and he should always be considerate of the effect he has on others. That had gotten Grye’s attention, and he had been trying to pay more attention. He concentrates for a moment on the feeling of hooves, and is glad to see his forefeet slowly change back to the blunt, round shape of a normal horse. He hopes he hasn’t made his new friend (for he doesn’t guess she could be anything else) uncomfortable.
His first response to her words is an outpouring of excitement, because the yearling can help with her quest! “Oh! Grandpa was going to check on Galilee. I can take you to him,” he turns to lead the way towards the trees and the paths that are worn into the ground underneath them, but a mental review of what Lepis had actually said has him screeching to a halt, and shooting the mare an uncertain look. “Sylva?” he voices the word in clear question. Brennen might believe in keeping his youngsters close and safe, but he doesn’t believe in lying to them. He hasn’t shared any details with the children, but his concern over what news Grye’s aunt and uncle had brought back from Sylva and the fact that he considered Sylva one of the main reasons Grye and the other children had not been allowed off the island have stuck with the pale colt, and he considers whether it would be wise to bring an emissary from that Kingdom to his Grandfather’s favorite resting place, where his foster-grandmother Galilee is fat with pregnancy, and his yearling aunt probably chases butterflies (one of Khaeli’s favorite games).
No, he thinks, best not to go any farther without consulting with an adult. Green eyes look around, hoping one of those exalted individuals with present themselves, but alas, it seems his many babysitters are as glad to be free of the task as he was to be free of them, and have made themselves scarce to pursue tasks unsuited to a yearling nephew or Brother poking along behind. “Um, on second thought, Galilee really likes a little privacy when she’s nesting. I’m sure Grandpa will come back to the shore to check for visitors at low tide. Can I show you my favorite tidepool, while we wait?”
ooc; clearly he needs a different HTML because you are not the first person to think he has a beak or actually looks like a gryphon lol. I pretended she was interested in his talons because he sometimes has those <3