Kiss Thy Poison From My Lips
He has grown considerably stronger over the first few months. Spending more and more time away from the side of his mother and more alongside his father. They spent many mornings patrolling the lands and evenings sparing. Preparation, he was always told. For exactly what, he was unsure.
Father gave him the duty to escort his sister on play dates and he took the work very seriously. She had come to him with the idea of traveling to find others their age. Her vibrant spirit was rather contagious and he rarely refused her proposals. She spoke of a playground and with a bid farewell to their parents, they were off. She bounded happily ahead of him, but only slightly. He watched their surrounding with hawk eyes while she babbled carefree.
Soooo, Do you have other friends?
Her question causes his brow to furrow and he hardly pauses, "I don't have time for friends, Mary." The reply may have caught her off guard but it was the truth. His days were busy with duties that he had no time for friends. He remains at a marching stride as yet again her curious mind pries at him.
What's your mom like?
This question causes a slight pause in his response. He knew who his mother was but something had always struck him as odd with them. Again his brow furrows before his reply, "She's kind. Generous." And under a whisper he adds, "Much different than me." It wasn't that he was unkind or selfish, but more reserved. His feelings direct and with purpose. The strict noose of duties was choking him and he can see it on her face, so he lightens the mood with a toss of his crown and high stepping gait of his forelimbs. Arching his neck and lunging forward, with his hunches driving him into a canter, he reached for his sister with his muzzle as he passed her...
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@[Mary] He went all protector on me XD