08-13-2018, 10:10 PM
He's young, still, the golden boy. And young too are his siblings, all legs and eyes and... trust. Perhaps they ought to have been warned, but Mothers thought that it could wait. They weren't even leaving the kingdom yet; and if Rapt did decide to come into Hyaline, they were sure he'd stick to Abysm's side. Of course, the triplets know that their brother Abysm is only a half brother, just like their half siblings Velk and Valdis. But the sires of each of those bastard children remain mysteries to them; for the world is too wide and they too small for such trivial facts.
So no; he doesn't know.
What he does know is that this stranger has eyes only for the boy before him, going over the shapes of his skin and the shade of his dapples with a type of uncomfortable precision that leaves Rhaegor swallowing the nothing that dries his throat. Despite usually being at peace with his own silence, in this moment, he wished desperately to be able to explain himself; for what, he didn't quite understand yet.
My name is Rapt.
A pause.
Do you know who I am?
At such a question - asked curiously, as if to further a private understanding of his - Rhaegor pauses. His eyes zone out, and then focus back in, neck craning such that he could study Rapt's figure more closely. He looks familiar; but Rhae chalks that up to the abrupt vision he'd had just before meeting the stallion, somewhat like when one wakes from a dream and feels as if they'd absolutely been with the cast of said night-play.
At long last, the colt shakes his head no. He doesn't know who he is. But he wants to; or at least, he wants to know more of him. Stepping forward, Rhae gently places his nose against Rapt's, snuffling there softly. Soon, a warmth begins to spread from a pinpoint on the other's nose; a soft beam of light emitted in greeting, from nose to nose.
Stepping back, Rhae smiles uneasily; he wants to say more, but in fact, he's not said anything to begin with. Tentatively, he lifts his wings; and below them, gently shafts of light are emitted in triangular positions. As he perfects the image, Rhae looks to Rapt. Mountains, he thinks. I'm from the mountains.
So no; he doesn't know.
What he does know is that this stranger has eyes only for the boy before him, going over the shapes of his skin and the shade of his dapples with a type of uncomfortable precision that leaves Rhaegor swallowing the nothing that dries his throat. Despite usually being at peace with his own silence, in this moment, he wished desperately to be able to explain himself; for what, he didn't quite understand yet.
My name is Rapt.
A pause.
Do you know who I am?
At such a question - asked curiously, as if to further a private understanding of his - Rhaegor pauses. His eyes zone out, and then focus back in, neck craning such that he could study Rapt's figure more closely. He looks familiar; but Rhae chalks that up to the abrupt vision he'd had just before meeting the stallion, somewhat like when one wakes from a dream and feels as if they'd absolutely been with the cast of said night-play.
At long last, the colt shakes his head no. He doesn't know who he is. But he wants to; or at least, he wants to know more of him. Stepping forward, Rhae gently places his nose against Rapt's, snuffling there softly. Soon, a warmth begins to spread from a pinpoint on the other's nose; a soft beam of light emitted in greeting, from nose to nose.
Stepping back, Rhae smiles uneasily; he wants to say more, but in fact, he's not said anything to begin with. Tentatively, he lifts his wings; and below them, gently shafts of light are emitted in triangular positions. As he perfects the image, Rhae looks to Rapt. Mountains, he thinks. I'm from the mountains.
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