There's not a lot that he knows, despite how eagerly he wants to know it. Among this unknown items? The fact of his mother's ability to breed as the opposite sex, the fact of both of his mother's pre-marriage partners and the subsequent children from them, and that those people even exist at all. He knows about Abysm, him having been there at his birth, but that moody teenager kept himself rather elusive from the dreamlets. Even with Rhaegor's silence calming the chaos of the three of them, it's still a lot: and he doesn't blame Abysm for needing his personal space.
Hello.
He jolts at the word, nearly losing his footing at the edge of the river but pulling himself upright just in time. Water dribbles from the tiny whiskers at the bottom of his chin. Ears perked, his brown eyes alight upon the similarly coloured stranger as he moves as if to pass, though slowly, in a confused hesitation. Desperately his lips part to offer an answer, but the instinct is instinct alone, and only silence answers his mother's ex lover. The father of his half-brother.
Attempting to regain his usual composure, the little colt backed up and approached the larger stallion, forcing him to stop (funny, that such a small boy could force a man to do his bidding in brooding silence). The wings along his spine flutter, but Rhae stills the movement with a thought; and with that thought comes something different, a hazy vision of his red mother and this man together, speaking words he can't quite hear.
A frown overtakes his expression.
His lips part again; his exhale is audible, but nothing else.
Hello, he thinks back; but his thoughts never stray far.
@[rapt]
Hello.
He jolts at the word, nearly losing his footing at the edge of the river but pulling himself upright just in time. Water dribbles from the tiny whiskers at the bottom of his chin. Ears perked, his brown eyes alight upon the similarly coloured stranger as he moves as if to pass, though slowly, in a confused hesitation. Desperately his lips part to offer an answer, but the instinct is instinct alone, and only silence answers his mother's ex lover. The father of his half-brother.
Attempting to regain his usual composure, the little colt backed up and approached the larger stallion, forcing him to stop (funny, that such a small boy could force a man to do his bidding in brooding silence). The wings along his spine flutter, but Rhae stills the movement with a thought; and with that thought comes something different, a hazy vision of his red mother and this man together, speaking words he can't quite hear.
A frown overtakes his expression.
His lips part again; his exhale is audible, but nothing else.
Hello, he thinks back; but his thoughts never stray far.
@[rapt]
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