hold me in this wild, wild world; Amet & Iset

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Amet has yet to feel comfortable with his new scales, so he opts to keep to the shadows of the cherry trees so that the sunlight will not glint upon his bronze and gold, and draw any unneeded or unwanted attention to himself. He thinks that, maybe, Iset has seen them (they have not spoken since she had stormed away from him and Ryan) but they've yet to meet face-to-face, and Amet is almost dreading the conversation. He's unsure that she will understand his decision to change so blatantly, but then again, his younger sister has surprised him more here in Beqanna than she ever had in the Dunes. She is coming of herself, nearly two now, and he is doing the same as he nears the birthday that will officially label him a stallion. They have both grown, albeit awkwardly, and Amet has tried to become more accepting of Iset's fiery attitude.

So when the silhouette of Brennen looms overhead, dark against a bright blue sky, Amet knows that it is time again to face his sister and the stallion who would, hopefully, assist them in growing the Lake family. The Akhal-Teke boy grits his blunt teeth nervously, moving from his favorite copse of trees and picking his way leisurely closer to the crystal clear lake, where he is sure Brennen is now waiting. The winged stallion's call is loud and sudden in the crisp air and, despite his nerves, Amet cannot help but smile to himself. There is something about Brennen that is comforting and warm, and the dragon-scaled colt can only hope that his sister will see the same attributes in the winged bay. She is, for good reason, less than a fan of the company of stallions.

Amet holds his breath as he steps from the trees and onto the shoreline, his amber eyes finding the pair self-consciously. The sun shines brightly, reflecting now on his scales where his metallic coat had once been. He nickers quietly and steps beside his chestnut sister (who has perfected her ability to intimidate), ears flicking forward to register her demanding inquiry. The colt, offering Brennen a sheepish grin, bobs his head to the stallion and to Iset before clearing his throat. "Iset, I'd like you to meet Brennen." He moves his bright eyes back to the stallion and shifts nervously, forcing himself to keep eye contact. "I hope you've come with good news," Amet offers almost meekly.

Amet