[private] won't you help me recover?

[Pteron]

and since you’re the only one that matters,----------------
----------------tell me: who do i run to?

It had been Pteron’s intention to tell the children about their move to Ischia before nightfall. Yet the hours had slipped away so quickly, as they so often do with such past times. So instead, Pteron had suggested in a soft whisper (so as not to rouse the pale twins between them) that they talk to them after they’ve seen their new home for themselves. Surely they will fall in love with the place quickly, and be elated at the prospect of moving there long term. He lets this thought comfort him as they make their way through the early dawn light, Asena mumbling blearily about fireflies, sounding only half awake.

By the time the family of four arrives on the white sandy beach of Ischia, having traversed the sandbars at the lowest tide, it is mid-morning, and the sun illuminates the tall peak of the volcano behind them, a reminder of their origin.

The first Ischian he sees has fins rather than a mane and tail and is a soft shade of brown. He is the same age as the cremello overo foals beside Pteron, and surely belongs to Aquaria, who is just now coming out of the trees. Halcyon accompanies her, and Pteron says their names softly to the twins so they have time to remember them. He has shared stories of them both, and Asena visibly perks up at the arrival of these two, both of which her Papa speaks of fondly, and her long prehensile tail switches excitedly against Pteron’s feathered wing.

Pteron has not allowed himself to fret overlong about this reunion. Halcyon had successfully recruited him, but Pteron had not truly needed much convincing at all. He has always been fond of the tropical island, and without other loyalties to bind him he is free at last to choose where to lay his head. That he has chosen a place so near to Aquaria seems only right, as he still considers her a friend. More than a friend, if Halcyon is to be believed and the rumored Cormorant is Pteron’s son. His olive eyes flick once more toward the champagne colt, but he is too young.

Just before he tries to catch her eye, Pteron says in a voice loud enough to be heard over the surf: “That is the Dame Aquaria.” Halcyon is recognizable even without an introduction and Pteron doesn’t know the boy playing along the beach. The pegasus turns back toward Halcyon and Aquaria then, saying: “This is Aegean, and our children Aureus and Asena.” with a gesture to each as he names them. “I am excited to start mentoring Halcyon, as well as whatever else you would have of me as a resident.” Only then, with his intent plainly in the open, does he meet her violet eyes.

@[aegean]

-- pteron --