SO RICH, SO PRETTY
The Cove was growing quiet, and Kirin didn’t like that at all. Perhaps he should do more about it, or maybe he could even order Kult about to do it for him. Now that was an idea. He loved his little brother, the vile, but useful little scamp. Always there to help out and do the dirty work. He was the perfect match for their little family, Kirin could not have asked for better.
He was gliding over the cliffs, something he did often enough, when he heard his Mother call. A darling Mother she was, but he did not like to be ordered about. There she was just whistling to him like he was some sort of hound dog, ugh, Mothers. No matter how many times you told them, it’s like they didn’t hear. He snorted as he curved back around, heading now in the direction from whence the sound came. He allowed her to be a nuisance, she had earned the right in most ways, and besides..she was along with foal again. A foal at his own bequest no less, ask and you shall receive. He knew the moment he watched the comet streak into the atmosphere that his Mother must go to this one. Without their father around they would need suitable replacements, there was not enough of them yet, not even close.
He is jubilant, for lack of better words, when he sails over his Dam. He quickly spots the young thing with her, and knows that he is once again a big brother. He dips and aims for the ground, landing with poise and tucking his wings. ”Mother” He kisses her gently on her cheek, the dutiful son. ”Who do we have here?” His grey eyes fall on the young girl, scrutinizing her appearance. She was lovely enough, a bit dirty, she could have washed up before he came, could she not? She bared hints of purple at her points as well as sprouting from her head and rear. He liked that the most, especially since Kult hadn't received the beautiful hue. “Well, I think she will do.”