04-10-2019, 09:14 PM
Though he knows the dissappointment that clouds his father’s face is caused by the news he shares and not his own actions, Pteron cannot help but shift uncomfortably. Should he have done something, said something? There is no way the boy could have stopped a coronation that he didn’t know about, but for a brief moment he attempts to think of how he might have accomplished it. Very breif, because Wolfbane is speaking, and while the reaction is not quite what Pteron had been expecting.
As far as the piebald colt knows, Castile is his biological uncle: the draconic brother of his mother’s monstrous father. All the stories Pteron knows fit that narrative - as does the smokey piebald coat of the Loessian monarch. While the two tobiano pegasi are not especially close, Pteron does admire the king in a way that is an echo of the way he looks up to Father. So Castile’s arrival brings a bright grin to Pteron’s pale face, and he turns to the dragon with an eager nod of greeting.
The greeting between the two older men is something that Pteron watches with interest: Castile’s desire to see Mother, Father’s mention of a debt. Wolfbane then turns the conversation back to the subject that the boy knows had caused an odd reaction. His blue ears turn toward to the dragon to hear the answer to the question about the change in leadership, but his olive green eyes cannot help but travel back toward the horizon now and again.
Soon, father had said, they’d be coming soon. The warm weather is surely a sign of their imminent arrival. He wonders how Marni will have grown and who his new sibling will be. Another sister, or maybe a brother like he’d requested of Mother the first time? Lepis had laughed and told him there was no ‘requesting’ the sex of a baby, but Pteron still holds out hope.
@[Wolfbane]
As far as the piebald colt knows, Castile is his biological uncle: the draconic brother of his mother’s monstrous father. All the stories Pteron knows fit that narrative - as does the smokey piebald coat of the Loessian monarch. While the two tobiano pegasi are not especially close, Pteron does admire the king in a way that is an echo of the way he looks up to Father. So Castile’s arrival brings a bright grin to Pteron’s pale face, and he turns to the dragon with an eager nod of greeting.
The greeting between the two older men is something that Pteron watches with interest: Castile’s desire to see Mother, Father’s mention of a debt. Wolfbane then turns the conversation back to the subject that the boy knows had caused an odd reaction. His blue ears turn toward to the dragon to hear the answer to the question about the change in leadership, but his olive green eyes cannot help but travel back toward the horizon now and again.
Soon, father had said, they’d be coming soon. The warm weather is surely a sign of their imminent arrival. He wonders how Marni will have grown and who his new sibling will be. Another sister, or maybe a brother like he’d requested of Mother the first time? Lepis had laughed and told him there was no ‘requesting’ the sex of a baby, but Pteron still holds out hope.
@[Wolfbane]