10-05-2020, 09:47 AM
Leilan
There is a silence, and the boy tenses and tenses. He seems to near the brink of snapping when Leilan casually gives his name, awaiting a hopefully more educated response, but the only thing he receives is a glare, a tensed jawline, and some sideways-muttered words. If Leilan were truly out to annoy the colt, or to teach him more manners, he would have done so - but mayhaps Gravy is lucky in finding the rude-on-his-own stallion, who doesn’t give as much if a shit about the weird conversation as he probably should.
Had Gravitas been on the Isle with the other youngsters there, well, that’d be a wholly different situation.
He’d tried, and the colt hadn’t picked up on the hints, so that’s where Leilan’s responsibilities as an adult, end.
”Easy kid, I’ll tell you,” the ice-scaled stallion shrugs a little, ”Be more polite with the fairies when you go back up there, ‘kay?” He tilts his head, looking down at the colt and released a breath (a disguised sigh). ”I made the mistake of interfering when a young boy took my daughter away. She wanted to, but she was not yet two years old, and so was he. There was no way that he could provide for her and keep her from certain dangers I already knew about. Those came in the form of a kelpie at the time, I think. Anyway - what is a father to do when a child leaves, ready to throw herself at the wolves?” And she wanted to - does he understand the metaphor, Leilan wonders - the colt is about the same age they were. ”I had a hard time liking this boyfriend and she always hated me for it. One day when she was in fact a little older, we had a big fight - I think I started it but it’s too long ago to remember - so I told her to stuff it and never return. I think that’s the only thing I could do for her at that point.” His eyes distant, he shakes his head then, returning to the bay child. ”Sometimes when you really love someone, you have to let them go. No matter the price you pay.” he concludes - and certainly, the boy has yet to come to understand any of this. ”I later asked the fairies to give her my immortality, though it seems they gave it back to me later. At least, I know she is safe.”
”As for my friend... she forced my hand, but forgot about the consequences. I was really angry about that - she just jumped off a cliff and I had to catch her. But you see, to do that, I tore open her skin.” At this he lifts a foreleg, the hoof momentarily turning into a dragon’s paw and claw. Putting the hoof back down, he tilts his head at the kid. ”I learned the taste of her blood that day, and I will never forget. She learned that traits are sometimes more powerful than you wish them to be, and that it is the responsibility of the one who uses them, to be careful with it.” He shakes his head a little. ”But it is in our nature to slip up, every now and then, whether we intend to or not.” The colt may not have experienced this yet, but if this is a quest then in time, he will. All Leilan can do is warn him, and hope he remembers what he was once told, by the time it matters.
Had Gravitas been on the Isle with the other youngsters there, well, that’d be a wholly different situation.
He’d tried, and the colt hadn’t picked up on the hints, so that’s where Leilan’s responsibilities as an adult, end.
”Easy kid, I’ll tell you,” the ice-scaled stallion shrugs a little, ”Be more polite with the fairies when you go back up there, ‘kay?” He tilts his head, looking down at the colt and released a breath (a disguised sigh). ”I made the mistake of interfering when a young boy took my daughter away. She wanted to, but she was not yet two years old, and so was he. There was no way that he could provide for her and keep her from certain dangers I already knew about. Those came in the form of a kelpie at the time, I think. Anyway - what is a father to do when a child leaves, ready to throw herself at the wolves?” And she wanted to - does he understand the metaphor, Leilan wonders - the colt is about the same age they were. ”I had a hard time liking this boyfriend and she always hated me for it. One day when she was in fact a little older, we had a big fight - I think I started it but it’s too long ago to remember - so I told her to stuff it and never return. I think that’s the only thing I could do for her at that point.” His eyes distant, he shakes his head then, returning to the bay child. ”Sometimes when you really love someone, you have to let them go. No matter the price you pay.” he concludes - and certainly, the boy has yet to come to understand any of this. ”I later asked the fairies to give her my immortality, though it seems they gave it back to me later. At least, I know she is safe.”
”As for my friend... she forced my hand, but forgot about the consequences. I was really angry about that - she just jumped off a cliff and I had to catch her. But you see, to do that, I tore open her skin.” At this he lifts a foreleg, the hoof momentarily turning into a dragon’s paw and claw. Putting the hoof back down, he tilts his head at the kid. ”I learned the taste of her blood that day, and I will never forget. She learned that traits are sometimes more powerful than you wish them to be, and that it is the responsibility of the one who uses them, to be careful with it.” He shakes his head a little. ”But it is in our nature to slip up, every now and then, whether we intend to or not.” The colt may not have experienced this yet, but if this is a quest then in time, he will. All Leilan can do is warn him, and hope he remembers what he was once told, by the time it matters.
I am the dragon
and you call me insane
and you call me insane
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@[gravitas] I'd totally missed your reply! Sorry!
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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