08-02-2018, 10:01 PM
They all have time, he thinks to himself, and what do I have?
It's summer, the first turn of the season since his birth not long ago. Such as that is, his journey from Hyaline to the playground treats him well - perhaps not as well as it might his sister, but she's a special exception. The little buckskin smiles to think of Warlight and her pesky magic; waking up in the middle of the night missing a warm body that ought to be right next to you is incredibly disconcerting, especially for their mothers. Sviko gets nervous sometimes, but with a nudge from Rhae, he settles into giggles and soothes their mothers with his many words as best he can.
The little colt shakes his head of these thoughts as he descends back towards the earth. His wings, scrawny and the same black-brown hue of his mane and tail, are barely strong enough to keep him aloft: but barely still implies success, and so, with the stubbornness known only to himself, he got all the way across the continent. He'd have to walk back of course, or maybe stay the night in the playground. Mom had been very firm about the going-away rule: you have to stay somewhere safe. And in Beqanna, that meant about two places: tucked in the embrace of one of Hyaline's Queens, or surrounded by other infants, not that he wasn't already at home what with his triplets as well as his older twin siblings, and Abysm, though Rhae wouldn't quite count him as a child anymore, what with his broody teenagerness and all.
But, he consoles himself, there are no broody teenagers here.
Alighting atop a small crest in the playground, the winged colt gazes eagerly from face to face. There's a warmth in his brown eyes that is inviting and calm, reminiscent of his great-grandfather before him. Just as he's about to take a step forward, a hazy shadow of a vision crosses his mind's eye. A little filly, different from Warlight but also not. He sees her bumping right into him, and then --
Mmph, comes a little grunt from the colt as his vision comes to life. Wordlessly, he blinks his eyes towards the stranger girl, nostrils flaring as he made as if to greet her in good stead even after their little run together. She has a gorgeous golden horn; it reminds him of his mother's antlers. Thoughtfully, a small, gentle shaft of light appears from his own skull; I want to be like you, it says. Simple; sweet.
It's summer, the first turn of the season since his birth not long ago. Such as that is, his journey from Hyaline to the playground treats him well - perhaps not as well as it might his sister, but she's a special exception. The little buckskin smiles to think of Warlight and her pesky magic; waking up in the middle of the night missing a warm body that ought to be right next to you is incredibly disconcerting, especially for their mothers. Sviko gets nervous sometimes, but with a nudge from Rhae, he settles into giggles and soothes their mothers with his many words as best he can.
The little colt shakes his head of these thoughts as he descends back towards the earth. His wings, scrawny and the same black-brown hue of his mane and tail, are barely strong enough to keep him aloft: but barely still implies success, and so, with the stubbornness known only to himself, he got all the way across the continent. He'd have to walk back of course, or maybe stay the night in the playground. Mom had been very firm about the going-away rule: you have to stay somewhere safe. And in Beqanna, that meant about two places: tucked in the embrace of one of Hyaline's Queens, or surrounded by other infants, not that he wasn't already at home what with his triplets as well as his older twin siblings, and Abysm, though Rhae wouldn't quite count him as a child anymore, what with his broody teenagerness and all.
But, he consoles himself, there are no broody teenagers here.
Alighting atop a small crest in the playground, the winged colt gazes eagerly from face to face. There's a warmth in his brown eyes that is inviting and calm, reminiscent of his great-grandfather before him. Just as he's about to take a step forward, a hazy shadow of a vision crosses his mind's eye. A little filly, different from Warlight but also not. He sees her bumping right into him, and then --
Mmph, comes a little grunt from the colt as his vision comes to life. Wordlessly, he blinks his eyes towards the stranger girl, nostrils flaring as he made as if to greet her in good stead even after their little run together. She has a gorgeous golden horn; it reminds him of his mother's antlers. Thoughtfully, a small, gentle shaft of light appears from his own skull; I want to be like you, it says. Simple; sweet.
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