03-31-2019, 08:27 AM
The green-eyed colt breathes in the familiar scent of his father's coat and finds that it brings him a warm sort of comfort that he had not even known he had been missing. Pteron has friends now, but he has been without family for nearly a year. It feels as though something has returned to him, as though he had been just a bit off-kilter and has finally regained his balance. It feels good, and he smiles without reservation.
He doesn't even need the apology, but the dun colt accepts the embrace without hesitation, sighing happily into the warmth of his father's chest before they pull away to speak once more. Mother and Marni are coming soon, his father promises, and Pteron nods in understanding.
His chest swells a bit at his father's praise, and Pteron bobs his head at Wolfbane's question if he is out patrolling, though he pauses mid-nod at the mention of Vulgaris' name.
"Vulgaris isn't leading Loess anymore, Dad." At first this is bewildering to the young colt, but he realizes that of course Father won't know this. They were gone when the throne changed hands. They'd all been gone, really; Pteron had only known that Castile was the leader when he'd said as much upon their first meeting.
The shift in leadership had changed very little for Pteron - he was just a low-ranking boy with blood ties to the former leaders. He still patrolled, still meet newcomers, still traveled to the field in search of recruits. It has not occurred to him, at least not until just now, what a change in rulers might mean for his parents. Vulgaris had been charged with holding the throne for them, but he had instead given it to Castile. What does that mean for his parents?
It is worrying, and something that Pteron is not entirely prepared to deal with. It is his luck then that he can still slip into the ignorance of childhood. His parents will handle this, he thinks; they will take care of it. He is simply glad to have them back again.
"I think he's still around, but Castile is leading now. He's a dragon!"
@[Wolfbane]
He doesn't even need the apology, but the dun colt accepts the embrace without hesitation, sighing happily into the warmth of his father's chest before they pull away to speak once more. Mother and Marni are coming soon, his father promises, and Pteron nods in understanding.
His chest swells a bit at his father's praise, and Pteron bobs his head at Wolfbane's question if he is out patrolling, though he pauses mid-nod at the mention of Vulgaris' name.
"Vulgaris isn't leading Loess anymore, Dad." At first this is bewildering to the young colt, but he realizes that of course Father won't know this. They were gone when the throne changed hands. They'd all been gone, really; Pteron had only known that Castile was the leader when he'd said as much upon their first meeting.
The shift in leadership had changed very little for Pteron - he was just a low-ranking boy with blood ties to the former leaders. He still patrolled, still meet newcomers, still traveled to the field in search of recruits. It has not occurred to him, at least not until just now, what a change in rulers might mean for his parents. Vulgaris had been charged with holding the throne for them, but he had instead given it to Castile. What does that mean for his parents?
It is worrying, and something that Pteron is not entirely prepared to deal with. It is his luck then that he can still slip into the ignorance of childhood. His parents will handle this, he thinks; they will take care of it. He is simply glad to have them back again.
"I think he's still around, but Castile is leading now. He's a dragon!"
@[Wolfbane]