Queen of birds; Vi (Drustan)

[Drustan]

He had soon learned that his world’s – one of the way he refers to Vi – vision was poor. It explains why she had, upon his birth, mapped his body out through touch. Unable to see, it had been her only option to get a faint idea what he looked like. And, of course, through the description her mother – his grandma – had given her. But that’s all in the past, and Drustan holds no clear memories of the day he was born. It is all a blur, from which he only remembers how he felt about her.

It is the only reason why he agreed to stay close to her. Or well, perhaps not the only, but that is what he likes her to believe. Like this she could not only keep a figurative eye on him, but the dragon colt could also keep a very close eye on her in return. Okay, half of the time that is. Like any child, his thoughts easily wander and Drustan is engrossed in his little game of chase the butterfly, as his mother’s name is called.

His hoof hovers above the ground, the butterfly fluttering around it before disappearing to who knows where. It no longer holds his attention. Leilan. The name is unfamiliar, yet, his world seems happy to hear whoever it is approach them. A bit too happy, if you would ask Drustan.

“Mom?” he calls questioning, but more than happy to have her attention switch to him, instead of the unknown and as of now still faceless stranger. The blue roan colt does not hesitate to sprint over in her direction, slipping to a stop right in front of her and playfully rearing to lip at her cheek. The horns growing from his head now clearly there, but the ends not yet sharp enough to do any harm. “Who’s here to visit us?”

Drustan.

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@[Vi]
@[Leilan]