Terran
I can’t begin to tell you how utterly out of my skin I am when the bush directly to my right suddenly combusts and causes me to leap with a twisting buck to the side. “What the hell!?” I shout, lifting the dual wings on my right side to fan the flames away while from behind, Ander slips out into the open with an “Oops.”
“Oops indeed.” I tell him in a lowered tone, both honey eyes locking onto his red ones with an unspoken lashing. I can’t be mad at him though - how could I? Ander is growing into a bold young stallion and his powers are beyond my means to teach. The best I can do is turn my gaze back to the fiery bush with a chagrin sort of expression. Not only has he succeeded in startling me out of my wits, (the student becomes the master so quickly) Ander has somehow managed to present me with a problem I can’t immediately fix.
“Well … that’s a good question.” I answer truthfully, twisting around with the tight maneuver of my feet so that my hind-end is facing the bush. I buck, forcefully, and manage to knock the poor, flaming thing loose with a few well-aimed kicks but soon enough the fire is too hot for my touch and I’m hopping forward with soft, breathy curses as I try to stamp out the wicked flame. “A little help, son? We should trample it out.” I ask, turning back to glance at Ander before motioning to the bush - and that’s when I see them:
Something strange jutting from my boy’s forehead, like knobs or knots or something …
“Ander,” I say suddenly, momentarily distracted from the lopsided mess of firewood, “What happened to your head?”
All around these golden beacons, I see nothing but black
@[Ander]