Meeting with his mother again had been weird in one way or another, but also satisfying. Scorch had of course, pointed out that Leilan might need a home, and a goal in his life, like any good mother would have taught their kids. There had been a few too many years that the silver roan had been away from Beqanna however; it turned out that he had been away longer than that he had spent time in the Other Place. Oddly enough, for Leilan it did not really matter - except that he was indeed the very youngest child by now, perhaps. Even Vi might be older than he; but since he never met his only younger siblings he supposed that could not distort their relationship. That was at least, if he met her any of these days. Right now he was visiting Nerine; it was full of females, which was good, but most weren't his age or already had a foal or a lover (meaning he did not get the kind of attention he really wanted), and so he was prone to roam the lands for better company than just his family. It was very unlike Leilan to revel in the past, which his mother might like to do, and so he escaped Nerine's boundaries as much as he spent time within them. Today he had been away a tiny bit longer than expected; wandering the riverline at night to make his return as quick as possible. His mother would probably scold him for making her worry again, and he felt no love or need for being scolded, seeing as he was all grown up right now (Scorch might think otherwise, but hey). But tonight was a little different; he smelled someone was nearby, but on top of that, there was some strange sound going with that smell. Surprised, the stallion walked closer, only to grin when he saw just one other at the river. "Oi, your dreams must have been good! Let's just hope you don't attract a predator though." he grinned as he stepped around the corner of some bushes and trees. The slightly younger stallion before him had an odd amount of blue on him, although it seemed to befit him well. He was at the least very easy to spot, especially with the glowing marking on his head. Leilan had to appreciate the shape and look on the slender male; he might have jumped him if he were a girl. |
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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