12-06-2017, 02:27 PM
what a lovely way to burn
Mother was old enough to no longer need supervision 24 for hours 7 days a week. At first Ander had been too shocked and upset to leave her out of his sight, afraid that if he would look away, she would disappear completely. Now the young stallion had realised that she wouldn’t go anywhere. Years had passed and she was still there, just as dad, and more than capable of looking after herself. It gave him the chance to explore more of the world.
That included, but wasn’t limited to, discovering how far his powers would go. He had seen his mother wield fire as a child, but it hadn’t been too long ago that Ander had discovered he inherited it. Yet he still had a long way to go to master it. It partly was the reason why he was out in the meadow today. At least here he couldn’t burn down half the forest. He hadn’t gotten to practise yet, his mind too occupied with something, somebody, else.
She’s gold, bright and brilliant, but so unlike the gold that marred his coat. His was sparkly and bright, hers was warm and inviting. Ander cannot help it but to stare at her, mouth almost dropped open. She is beautiful. Never before had he looked at girls – simply too busy with other things – but she hits him like a brick, knocking him off his feet.
”What is a beautiful girl like you doing on her own?” The words slip from in between his golden lips before he can help it, but Ander doesn’t give himself the chance to be surprised by himself. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips as he looks at her, head tilted a little to the side and red eyes roaming her figure. She’s tall, just like him, and filled out in all the right places. The horns sprouting from his forehead were still getting longer and thicker every time he checked them in the water, but otherwise Ander was still pretty unaware of their presence. Well, until he got them stuck the branches of low hanging trees.
That included, but wasn’t limited to, discovering how far his powers would go. He had seen his mother wield fire as a child, but it hadn’t been too long ago that Ander had discovered he inherited it. Yet he still had a long way to go to master it. It partly was the reason why he was out in the meadow today. At least here he couldn’t burn down half the forest. He hadn’t gotten to practise yet, his mind too occupied with something, somebody, else.
She’s gold, bright and brilliant, but so unlike the gold that marred his coat. His was sparkly and bright, hers was warm and inviting. Ander cannot help it but to stare at her, mouth almost dropped open. She is beautiful. Never before had he looked at girls – simply too busy with other things – but she hits him like a brick, knocking him off his feet.
”What is a beautiful girl like you doing on her own?” The words slip from in between his golden lips before he can help it, but Ander doesn’t give himself the chance to be surprised by himself. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips as he looks at her, head tilted a little to the side and red eyes roaming her figure. She’s tall, just like him, and filled out in all the right places. The horns sprouting from his forehead were still getting longer and thicker every time he checked them in the water, but otherwise Ander was still pretty unaware of their presence. Well, until he got them stuck the branches of low hanging trees.
