Ravin
02-15-2025, 07:14 AM
She wonders aloud if her father had magic, and Ravin lifts his feathered brow. His mother hadn’t mentioned a father being with the new arrivals, so he assumes that the mysterious individual is back wherever they’d come from.
“Our dad is Ruhr,” Ravin replies, trading his own story for Wynter’s. “I’d offer to share him with you so you could have a dad too, but he’s kinda weird to be honest.”
“Ravinkavek, that’s so rude.” Luvi hisses.
”Okay yeah but it’s also true. He is really weird. He talks to the moon.” This last he addresses to Wynters, an explanation of what the pair of them are discussing. ”and he thinks the Moon talks back.” Their mother had never been able to adequately explain, and Ruhr has never tried. Of coure the Moon speaks to him, he’d said, who else would it speak to? Certainly not to Ravinkavek or his sister.
Meanwhile, Luvi has been watching Wynters, and wonders if she should ask more about her father. She’ll ask her mother, Luvi decides, and then maybe she can ask Cascadia more about Wynter’s father. She grins at the other filly’s assessment of the lark, then nods and follows her away from the nest.
”Can’t help it if it’s true!” Ravin says up to the bird, then turns and trots to catch up to the fillies.
Luvi eyes their mothers across the little meadow, and then at the little stream. They’d still be visible there, she decides; it doesn’t count as ‘too far’. ”We could play in the creek? There’s some bullfrogs and nice rocks and even a tiny magic waterfall. Well, it’s not really magic like the big one but we pretend.” Luvi’s voice is as soft as it ever was, but Ravin notices that she is speaking more now, the way she always does when she is totally at ease.
She’s making a friend, her brother realizes, and despite all their bickering, he’s happy for her. ”Race you there!” He shouts, not caring that ‘there’ hasn’t been set, and that they’d had no warning at all.
“Our dad is Ruhr,” Ravin replies, trading his own story for Wynter’s. “I’d offer to share him with you so you could have a dad too, but he’s kinda weird to be honest.”
“Ravinkavek, that’s so rude.” Luvi hisses.
”Okay yeah but it’s also true. He is really weird. He talks to the moon.” This last he addresses to Wynters, an explanation of what the pair of them are discussing. ”and he thinks the Moon talks back.” Their mother had never been able to adequately explain, and Ruhr has never tried. Of coure the Moon speaks to him, he’d said, who else would it speak to? Certainly not to Ravinkavek or his sister.
Meanwhile, Luvi has been watching Wynters, and wonders if she should ask more about her father. She’ll ask her mother, Luvi decides, and then maybe she can ask Cascadia more about Wynter’s father. She grins at the other filly’s assessment of the lark, then nods and follows her away from the nest.
”Can’t help it if it’s true!” Ravin says up to the bird, then turns and trots to catch up to the fillies.
Luvi eyes their mothers across the little meadow, and then at the little stream. They’d still be visible there, she decides; it doesn’t count as ‘too far’. ”We could play in the creek? There’s some bullfrogs and nice rocks and even a tiny magic waterfall. Well, it’s not really magic like the big one but we pretend.” Luvi’s voice is as soft as it ever was, but Ravin notices that she is speaking more now, the way she always does when she is totally at ease.
She’s making a friend, her brother realizes, and despite all their bickering, he’s happy for her. ”Race you there!” He shouts, not caring that ‘there’ hasn’t been set, and that they’d had no warning at all.