02-13-2017, 11:18 PM
It's the teeth that really get to him, first and foremost - the mouthful of railroad spikes that his brother presents to him in lieu of a nice, normal smile - and for a fleeting instant Kudu rather wonders if Zojja's already beaten him here and relayed his sordid goings-on to the rest of the family. The fires, and all that. In any case, it certainly isn't a trick he recalls Wyrm having mastered before their untimely separation. All the same, he knows that even if their dam has somehow sequestered herself in some quiet corner of the land, she'd sooner convey her displeasure herself, rather than set his own brother on him. Heaven knows she's no stranger to throwing her weight around.
So Kudu smiles back, faltering only a little, and in nearly the same instant his brother - still grinning smugly at him - mirrors him, right down to the slim build and the blaze, and the younger twin lets out an exasperated breath and tips up a hind hoof. Well, there go any doubts about this not being his brother. It was a game to him, once - one Kudu used to put an end to by casually bursting into flame. Now he merely watches his mirror image with a wry smile. "Nice to see someone's been on the faeries' good side," he remarks, and then in almost the same breath Wyrm is commenting on his survival, and the blue stallion scoffs.
"Likewise. Figured you'd get snapped by by a hawk or something while you were out doing your sparrow-thing. Glad to see you're still looking lively." Kudu snorts. "I guess there've been some near misses, but what can I say... we come from stubborn stock, yeah? Besides, Mom probably would have just - busted through the veil and dragged me out again so she could take me out herself. For worrying her. You know what she's like." On second thought, he muses, eyes lingering on his twin, not so well as Kudu knows her. It's a weird thought, and one he decides he doesn't want to mull over right now. "Dead?" he supplies, when Wyrm doesn't finish his sentence. "No." He doesn't actually know this for a fact - he didn't see Zojja flee the fire that had separated them, after all - but he can't quite fathom that she could be dead. Might be dead. Because of -
No, he won't entertain that thought, either.
"Probably off stomping around out there, mad as hell, but she's alive. We lost track of each other awhile back. I'm-" Surprised she isn't back yet, he wants to say, but perhaps he shouldn't tempt fate: no sooner will he say this than Zojja will come swooping in to smack him across the head with her wing. "- Yeah. What about Dad, is he still about?"
He wonders, for a moment, how long Wyrm has been here - long enough, he supposes, if he has his shifting back. So he'd been around for those last few visits. Then again, it wasn't as if Kudu had gone looking for him. The younger twin's brow furrows a little. "So - you've been keeping busy, then, I take it? I mean, I assume you got hit with that... temper tantrum, same as everyone else, but clearly that's old news for you." Kudu gestures to his mirrored twin, indicating. "How'd you...?"
You know, he isn't really sure if he's jealous or not.
So Kudu smiles back, faltering only a little, and in nearly the same instant his brother - still grinning smugly at him - mirrors him, right down to the slim build and the blaze, and the younger twin lets out an exasperated breath and tips up a hind hoof. Well, there go any doubts about this not being his brother. It was a game to him, once - one Kudu used to put an end to by casually bursting into flame. Now he merely watches his mirror image with a wry smile. "Nice to see someone's been on the faeries' good side," he remarks, and then in almost the same breath Wyrm is commenting on his survival, and the blue stallion scoffs.
"Likewise. Figured you'd get snapped by by a hawk or something while you were out doing your sparrow-thing. Glad to see you're still looking lively." Kudu snorts. "I guess there've been some near misses, but what can I say... we come from stubborn stock, yeah? Besides, Mom probably would have just - busted through the veil and dragged me out again so she could take me out herself. For worrying her. You know what she's like." On second thought, he muses, eyes lingering on his twin, not so well as Kudu knows her. It's a weird thought, and one he decides he doesn't want to mull over right now. "Dead?" he supplies, when Wyrm doesn't finish his sentence. "No." He doesn't actually know this for a fact - he didn't see Zojja flee the fire that had separated them, after all - but he can't quite fathom that she could be dead. Might be dead. Because of -
No, he won't entertain that thought, either.
"Probably off stomping around out there, mad as hell, but she's alive. We lost track of each other awhile back. I'm-" Surprised she isn't back yet, he wants to say, but perhaps he shouldn't tempt fate: no sooner will he say this than Zojja will come swooping in to smack him across the head with her wing. "- Yeah. What about Dad, is he still about?"
He wonders, for a moment, how long Wyrm has been here - long enough, he supposes, if he has his shifting back. So he'd been around for those last few visits. Then again, it wasn't as if Kudu had gone looking for him. The younger twin's brow furrows a little. "So - you've been keeping busy, then, I take it? I mean, I assume you got hit with that... temper tantrum, same as everyone else, but clearly that's old news for you." Kudu gestures to his mirrored twin, indicating. "How'd you...?"
You know, he isn't really sure if he's jealous or not.