| Bergamot My silence is a roar...
Bergamot is shocked, to be honest. Of all the whispers he has heard of Rodrik(and the boy has heard enough, closed lips open ears), none of them resembled this smiling man. True, there was a sense of devilishness to him, but the golden colored boy could see his own father in the red stallion and that was comforting to him. The yearling relaxed visibly, his hazel eyes crinkling in a grin that looked oddly like his uncle's as Rodrik suggested that his good looks came from his mother. Bergamot always felt he looked more like his father, but in truth he appeared much like both. His muscular body was his mother's but his fine lines were clearly a hand-down from Kavi's side of the family.
The boy would probably never know the burden of guilt his father carried over his mute tongue, and wouldn't understand even if he did. Pragmatic, the palomino yearling didn't see his flaw as genetic, but simply something that happened. It was as much a part of who he was as his golden coat and pale mane. As he realizes that his father is using their shared trait, he trots around to see the image being shown to his uncle with interest all over his face. It's odd to see his mother as sultry, so different from the motherly smiles, but the love is clear in her eyes and Bergamot gives a childishly happy smile to his father. There were more than enough children who weren't fortunate enough to have parents who loved one another, even if separated by distance and dogma.
For perspective, he shows his own image of his mother. Her liver coat is dappled by sunlight as she dips her head to drink, unaware she's being watched. Golden wings made of light glisten from her shoulders and golden chevrons kiss each dark cheek. Stocky, matronly, but somehow strong but delicate of face. The image fades and Bergamot replaces it with his own image as his father comes to show his affection. The yearling returns it eagerly, not so arrogant in his age to refuse the simple gesture and when Kavi returns to speak to Rodrik, Bergamot follows close at hand. His hazel eyes are as interested in his uncle's answer as his father seems to be. It's an exciting prospect and it speaks to the young stallion.
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