His third birthday has come and gone. Amet feels no different - he is learning to be a confident (and competent) leader, but he still feels like a lost boy if he lets himself think about it too much. It's comforting that his siblings are here with him, free of the tragedy that were the Dunes, but it also offers the young Amet a chronic state of anxiety.
He's roving by the lakeside today, brow furrowed with worry at whatever thought had plagued him. He bites at the inside of his lip occasionally, but mostly the stallion concentrates on the circle eight that he has configured with two cherry trees. The morning sun splashes across his gold and bronze scales, the metallic plates glinting brightly. Amet, the formerly light bay Akhal-Teke, has slowly grown to love his gift from the Fairy. They separate him from the individual he'd been when he left the Dunes. He is changed - despite the way he feels about it.
Movement in the corner of his eye catches the dragon king's attention and he lifts his head suddenly, narrowed pupils swiftly focusing on the source. She's young - younger than Sakir and Iset - but she looks just the same as the Akhal-Teke trio that had escaped from the Dunes and made themselves a home in Beqanna.
His blood runs cold. Had another foal run away from the Dunes, and Him? He needs to know.
The lithe Akhal-Teke moves through the trees and around the lake with purpose, his approach announced with a friendly and nervous whinny. The way-more-unique entrance of another equine catches Amet's attention, however, and even he forgets his own questions as the kelpie-like horse surfaces. How long had he been down there? he questions himself silently.
Incredulous.
"Hello there!" he offers semi-cheerfully, though there may be a bit of fatigue that shines through. Much had happened in the last few months. "Welcome to the Lake! My name is Amet. You both look like you have some interesting stories," he adds, amber eyes flicking to the kelpie with a grin.
@[Alayaya] @[Ivar]