Wildling is proud of himself.
Why? Because once again, he thinks he has slipped the tight noose of his parents’ ever-present gazes.
He has managed to escape their little island in favor of the bigger more habitable one that the rest of the kingdom seems to populate. Here, he thinks he can pass mostly unnoticed and do as he pleases within reason so as to not attract further attention - especially from father or mother lest they discover he’s gone from their private paradise. The blue roan colt kept to the shoreline, practicing his unique talent for shattering things with nothing more than a focused thought. So far he only shattered shells and coconuts though if another crab scuttled closer to him… he’d turn his attentions to something alive for once.
Wildling paused in his wayward jaunt to scowl at one such crustacean that happened to be menacing towards him with a claw upraised and snapping. His amethyst purple tail snapped against his lanky flank in irritation as the sight of the crab drew a snort from his nostrils. “Halt!” he cried to the foul sea-beast that ignored him and continued to advance further into his path.
Now, the blue roan colt could have just sidestepped the crab. Or stepped right on it and let that be that. But his green eyes seemed to brighten feverishly with sudden thought before narrowing in concentration, his long face screwed up in an expression that was much the same - stark full of concentration as his lanky but growing body began to shake just a little. Not from fear but from his attempt because it sapped his strength and energy and all of a sudden - -
The tiniest of explosions occurred.
Bits of crab-matter rained down on the sand and quite near to the colt’s hooves though he managed to back up a step to avoid getting any crabmeat on his fur.
“Hmph!” was all he managed, rather pleased that he could indeed make live things shatter too. It just took a lot out of him and he seemed rather tired now until he caught scent of someone nearby. Uh oh! Had they just seen what he’d done to the crab? Well… no way they’d know it was him. Maybe exploding crabs were a common occurrence. A blue ear flicked the mare’s way as his green eyes slid to her, catching a very soft murmur.
He didn’t understand at first that she was calling for his mother’s friend whom he’d heard about but had yet to meet. Femur hadn’t exactly gotten around to sharing off her little collection of foals to the rest of the kingdom. She liked to keep them all to herself on their private island, not that Wildling minded - he found ways to evade his mother all the time, so that it became a game of theirs. Femur knew what he was up to and she let him get away with it. Probably because he bore such a striking resemblance to his father that she couldn’t deny their son anything.
What he thought the mare murmured was that she was wounded. She looked a sight, that’s for sure! But then anyone would after the long swim from the mainland to Tephra, he supposed. He had learned to wait until the tide was out like mother taught him then run across the tidal flats. It was much easier going that way. So he is cautious in his approach to her but calls out, “You okay?” still thinking that she was hurt somehow.
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