11-03-2020, 09:10 AM
He does not usually come to the Den, though he has managed to adopt another child regardless. Still, he often finds that he walks by it, just in case, ears perked in the direction just listening for any sound. There were not that many children in the Den, at least when he passed by, and he is thankful that the land stays largely empty.
Tonight though there is sound, unusual sounds good. Not the gentle footfalls of children roaming or even adults, who slip in and out to leave their children beneath the watchful protection of the fairies. No, he hears screaming, running...it is too distant for him to get there quickly, and the snow that falls does not make his journey any faster. Still he runs though, as fast as he can, across the slippery ground, feeling far too slow the entire time.
By the time he arrives, managing to find the boy in the forest tucked against a dead mare. He has no idea what has happened and from the scene probably could not guess anyway. He assumes that she slipped and fell, leaving a boy motherless, though he knows any number of things might have happened.
There’s a soft glow around the star covered stallion, giving him enough light to see by and making him easily spotted as well. Aedan slows his pace, approaching gently now, hoping not to frighten the child more than he already must be. It is clear the mare never even cleaned him, which somehow makes him wonder what actually happened. The pieces don’t quite add up, but at the moment, they do not matter either. ”Hello,” he says, voice soft and gentle. ”I’m Aedan. I can help you, if you’ll let me.”
Tonight though there is sound, unusual sounds good. Not the gentle footfalls of children roaming or even adults, who slip in and out to leave their children beneath the watchful protection of the fairies. No, he hears screaming, running...it is too distant for him to get there quickly, and the snow that falls does not make his journey any faster. Still he runs though, as fast as he can, across the slippery ground, feeling far too slow the entire time.
By the time he arrives, managing to find the boy in the forest tucked against a dead mare. He has no idea what has happened and from the scene probably could not guess anyway. He assumes that she slipped and fell, leaving a boy motherless, though he knows any number of things might have happened.
There’s a soft glow around the star covered stallion, giving him enough light to see by and making him easily spotted as well. Aedan slows his pace, approaching gently now, hoping not to frighten the child more than he already must be. It is clear the mare never even cleaned him, which somehow makes him wonder what actually happened. The pieces don’t quite add up, but at the moment, they do not matter either. ”Hello,” he says, voice soft and gentle. ”I’m Aedan. I can help you, if you’ll let me.”
aedan
the night is more alive and more
richly colored than the day.
@[Zekharyah]