Queen of birds; Vi (Drustan)

[Drustan]

They speak of names, places and times he does not know. Or better said, the bay and golden male does speak of them, his mother barely seems to respond to whatever his apparent uncle was rambling off. The guy surely seemed to like to talk a lot. Very different than what he is used too. Drustan zones out of it, instead locking his pale blue eyes on his Vi. Seeing how ‘out’ she is of it, his eyes narrow. Too broody for his liking. He wants her to smile, and be happy. He especially likes it when he is the one to make her smile, takes pride in it too.

But before he can think of anything to cheer her up, Leilan’s sparkling locks demand his full attention. “Golden goddess?” he repeats after his uncle, eyes only flickering to Leilan’s for a short moment, the sparkles being much more interesting. “It’s so pretty mom!” Again, the male starts to ramble, and Drustan is only half listening to it as he takes a step closer. His weight is lifted from both his front legs and carried by his hind ones as he rears, neck extending and muzzle reaching out to catch the golden strands in his mouth.

He tugs on it, not really aware that it might hurt, neither does he realise that it might not be appropriate. Drustan had just decided he wants some, and if it’s not given to him, he’ll just have to claim it himself. It really is a shame his mother cannot see it. But that does not mean she shouldn’t enjoy it. “Mom! Mom!” he exclaims through clenched teeth, refusing to let the few stolen strands to go, turning to Vi. Again his hind legs carry his weight, but this time he does not attempt to pull some strains, but instead he tries to wave them into Vi’s forelock, somehow succeeding to tie it into place. “Pretty!” Fully content with himself he’s grinning, taking a step back as his ears point forward to look at her. The gold really did compliment her dark complexion. Still smiling widely Dru steps closer to her, his nose pressing up against hers.

Only then he realises that uncle Leilan has offered to show a trick. How could he have forgotten that? His horned head swirls around, and his ears point forward, eagerly awaiting this said trick. “Yes! Yes! I wanna see!” Having never learned to ask for things, his words aren’t followed by a please. A not too big deal, right?

Drustan.

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@[Leilan]
@[Vi] Sorry for the wait!