SVEDKA
the secret of the world is written in the stars
He’s with his sister (because when is he not?), exploring and venturing throughout Tephra together, like they always did. Sometimes Svedka would prefer to be venturing alone, but he found that his mother and father would allow him to do more things if Solace was with him. He’d try to lose her on some days when he was bored, just to see her fret and worry about losing her brother, but eventually he would grow tired of it and reveal himself. She would be angry at him, but her anger was exceptionally entertaining so he did not mind the gentle rake of her teeth against his neck in frustration, though the look of happiness when she saw him emerge from his hiding place let him know that she did truly care for him immensely. But then she of course would tell father of his little ‘trick’ that he played on her and then he’d get in trouble again, which is most likely the reason he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere on his own just yet.
Solace is trudging before him, leading him to the creek that they visit nearly every day. He’s farther back, becoming distracted by every little thing he passed, lingering to romp or roll in the grasses, or to give chase to some seagulls who had made their way inland. Currently he’s flopped on the ground after tripping over his own hooves, the cool dirt and grass giving him a break from the sweltering heat. The tall grasses cover him and if Solace were to look for him he would be unseen, so he lingers on the ground a few moments longer. The humid wind plays with his short mane, a red and black feather that his mother had tucked carefully behind his ears twisting in the breeze. It had been a gift, his mother always tells him (Solace had gotten one too), and they should wear it proudly. It had something to do with something he didn’t quite understand yet, but he did rather like the idea of wearing something that was special to his mom.
He hears the voice at the same time Solace does, and immediately he lifts himself up, his tiny ears peeking over the grasses. To him, it suddenly became a race to see who could get there first. He didn’t announce to his sister that it was, in fact, a race – but that should be known without saying. He leaps forward into a clumsy canter, his body covered in dust and sweat, his spindly legs carrying him towards the voice – he rushes past Solace, nearly bumping into her as he races forward. He is too young to think that any voice he heard would be a bad one, and does not hesitate to slide to a breathless stop in front of another pale colt, his wistful blue eyes searching him blatantly and curiously.
Svedka laughs at Solace’s statement, for nothing she could say could truly offend him. He wrinkles his nose at her, prancing on tiny hooves in jest. “I’m going to tell dad you said that!” He threatens her with a gentle whine in his voice, stretching his neck forward to tug playfully at the two-toned color of her short forelock. He leaps away, knowing that she’d either try to bite him or yell at him, which either way would be fun for him.
The colt firmly plants himself beside the pale colt that had called them, tilting his head curiously as he compared their shoulders. “That’s supposed to be on the inside, I think.” Svedka muses, reaching forward to sniff curiously at the white bone that protrudes from the colt’s shoulder.
@[Smoak] @[Solace]