[private] what a shame, saffron

[bolder]

Bolder watches as Saffron draws away from him and rage instantly fills the empty space between them.

What had Nashua told his siblings? Had he said that since Bolder was a shapeshifter, he truly was a monster? And worse, did his brother actually believe it?

His gray eyes stare at the space where his twin brother had stood moments before, and Bolder knows he is a fool for thinking that this reunion could have been a happy one. Their father had probably told them the entire history of their accursed bloodline and they all blamed him for it. Saffron hadn’t seemed to mind when he changed color, or the length of his wings (though he seemed to mind when he had tried to trip him once by their favorite take-off log in play). But maybe this is what time has changed.

Those memories are perhaps too far in the past.

There is a flickering smile from his flaxen-maned sibling, there and gone, while Bolder stands there, trying to think of a creature to shift into that might better hide his anger. The tips of his wings begin to darken, and eventually, they become overcome by shadows. They ebb where they meet Bolder’s mahogany barrel. "What do you mean?” he demands, speaking harshly to the brother who he had learned to fly with. "Mother never said anything,” during her last visit, he means.

She had come a few times, to speak with him as well as their grandmother, Ryatah.

He grows darker and darker, almost becoming a shadow entirely, becoming consumed by his anger.

"There are those things on you, Saffron. What are they?”

@Saffron