05-26-2018, 09:58 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The idea would suit him; to be born from the trees and flora, one with the Earth-mother and a child of nature. The story would almost be believable, in the way he is. Svedka notices how Wishbone has grown since the last time he had seen her (no longer a child; not even a filly), and is impressed with the way she holds herself - he knows of her time in Nerine, and the hardened cliffs of the sea are not for the faint-hearted. He smiles confidently knowing that Wishbone is anything but.
He is surprised by the movement of her foreleg that now scatters cold and refreshing water across his face and neck, throwing his head up quickly and snorting sharply. He does not hesitate, though (not for a moment) and while a breathless smile finds the pale pink of his mouth, he half-rears and lowers himself quickly, breaking the water’s surface with the weight of his body in hopes that the splash will reach her even though she has scrambled onto the pebbled bank with laughter falling from her mouth. “Impossible,” he replies with a grin as the water settles, sparkling and crinkling in the sunlight with the movement they have caused.
Wishbone steps forward again, and he can see the seriousness in her soft gaze, and he mellows. Though a free spirit (and a ‘silly boy’ as Kagerus so chidingly dubbed him), he knew that there are times that are too serious for jokes. His brows raise curiously, lifting his head slightly at the sudden regality that has overcome his half-sister. Heiress? he repeats to himself mentally, lips pursing in thought. What is it about his sisters and reaching for crowns and leadership, and how has that motivation not touched him in the slightest? It amuses him to think of it, but he does not voice this. Too serious for jokes.
There is pride in the admission, but uncertainty wavers in the deep almond of her eyes. There is an easy smile that immediately pulls onto Svedka’s mouth, hanging there loosely on his lips. The bridge of his nose pushes gently into the sleek auburn of her neck playfully, nudging her comfortingly. “Queens are queens the moment they are born, whether they know it or not.” He tosses his head lightly, snorting softly. “If you are anything like father, Nerine will be a greater country because of you.”
He is surprised by the movement of her foreleg that now scatters cold and refreshing water across his face and neck, throwing his head up quickly and snorting sharply. He does not hesitate, though (not for a moment) and while a breathless smile finds the pale pink of his mouth, he half-rears and lowers himself quickly, breaking the water’s surface with the weight of his body in hopes that the splash will reach her even though she has scrambled onto the pebbled bank with laughter falling from her mouth. “Impossible,” he replies with a grin as the water settles, sparkling and crinkling in the sunlight with the movement they have caused.
Wishbone steps forward again, and he can see the seriousness in her soft gaze, and he mellows. Though a free spirit (and a ‘silly boy’ as Kagerus so chidingly dubbed him), he knew that there are times that are too serious for jokes. His brows raise curiously, lifting his head slightly at the sudden regality that has overcome his half-sister. Heiress? he repeats to himself mentally, lips pursing in thought. What is it about his sisters and reaching for crowns and leadership, and how has that motivation not touched him in the slightest? It amuses him to think of it, but he does not voice this. Too serious for jokes.
There is pride in the admission, but uncertainty wavers in the deep almond of her eyes. There is an easy smile that immediately pulls onto Svedka’s mouth, hanging there loosely on his lips. The bridge of his nose pushes gently into the sleek auburn of her neck playfully, nudging her comfortingly. “Queens are queens the moment they are born, whether they know it or not.” He tosses his head lightly, snorting softly. “If you are anything like father, Nerine will be a greater country because of you.”
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Wishbone]