03-23-2020, 06:21 PM
With some relief, the strangely patterned boy noted the older stallion seemed little bothered by his sudden appearance. In fact, the look on his face was something closer to intrigue. Cormorant felt a current of discomfort roll through him at the realization, the sense of being odd in the world. There were many winged horses out there. As far as he knew, there was only one him.
The long manned stallion didn't seem to dwell on his company's oddities too long, or at least not too obviously. The far off thunder drew both of their gazes to where the clouds had begun gathering off shore. Where there was thunder, there was usually lightning. It seemed the sea colt would be staying on the resort a little longer than planned. Mom didn't like it when they went swimming in stormy weather, said all the talent in the seven seas wouldn't save them when the ocean decided to get angry.
Ears flickering uncertainly, he smiled in the stranger's direction. "Looks like nap time is coming up, then." He observed , nodding towards the wind-whipped clouds soaring overhead. Hopefully the coming rains wouldn't last too long. You could never tell this time of year when a flurry of clouds would last an hour or a week.
The blue tinted stallion's appraisal of the sleek-skinned boy resumed, making his hooves shift warily in the sand. The stallion'snext question is not unexpected, even if he'd never heard it phrased quite that way before. A corner of his mouth quirked. "My mother. My father is the sky. And clearly one got the better of me when I was made." An easy shrug made his dorsal fin sway, the subject of his parents one easily dealt with as long as things didn't get too deep.
He knew of his father. Had never met him, but Hal had gotten to know him pretty well as a child, and Cormorant had loved to hear whatever details his tiger brother was willing to share. Mom hadn't tried to hide his paternity. It was just that things had gone all sorts of strange so soon after he'd been born, and the winged stallion he'd known his whole life as only a name hadn't been to visit since they're returned from Loess.
@[Gale]
The long manned stallion didn't seem to dwell on his company's oddities too long, or at least not too obviously. The far off thunder drew both of their gazes to where the clouds had begun gathering off shore. Where there was thunder, there was usually lightning. It seemed the sea colt would be staying on the resort a little longer than planned. Mom didn't like it when they went swimming in stormy weather, said all the talent in the seven seas wouldn't save them when the ocean decided to get angry.
Ears flickering uncertainly, he smiled in the stranger's direction. "Looks like nap time is coming up, then." He observed , nodding towards the wind-whipped clouds soaring overhead. Hopefully the coming rains wouldn't last too long. You could never tell this time of year when a flurry of clouds would last an hour or a week.
The blue tinted stallion's appraisal of the sleek-skinned boy resumed, making his hooves shift warily in the sand. The stallion'snext question is not unexpected, even if he'd never heard it phrased quite that way before. A corner of his mouth quirked. "My mother. My father is the sky. And clearly one got the better of me when I was made." An easy shrug made his dorsal fin sway, the subject of his parents one easily dealt with as long as things didn't get too deep.
He knew of his father. Had never met him, but Hal had gotten to know him pretty well as a child, and Cormorant had loved to hear whatever details his tiger brother was willing to share. Mom hadn't tried to hide his paternity. It was just that things had gone all sorts of strange so soon after he'd been born, and the winged stallion he'd known his whole life as only a name hadn't been to visit since they're returned from Loess.
@[Gale]