Watching his family frolicking playfully below on his usual patrol of the island by air, he smiles. With a slight turn of his shoulder and tucking of his wings he falls from the height above the canopies. Quickly arriving in landing distance his wings outstretch to parachute him onto the beaches.
Landing ahead of their direction down the runway of sand, he leaves his wings stretched to block his sisters escape. As Krone and Karat barrel down the sands, suddenly he becomes targeted. The filly ducks under his wings as Krone finds a narrow space to escape past him. Jesting words coming from the Keeper he replies, "Gotta give the kids an upper hand." Feeling the gentle poke of a lavender muzzle along his body and the infamous words of the game, he tucks his wings to his side quickly. Turning a 180 and his hooves are flinging sand up behind him. Silver eyes find Krone lifting into the air. Her words daring him to follow, "Watch me!" A devious grin plays on his lips as he begins to expand his flying appendages again. The speed of his gallop and beating of his wings lift him into the sky quickly. He turns to find Krone amongst the clouds already and quickens his massive strokes. Lifting himself high above the scatter puffs of white. Perched high in the sky he glides for a moment. Eyes scanning below for his winged sister. Soon finding her at a leisure speed. A grin spreads across his maw as he positions himself to dive straight for her. Turning his body again and shortening the spread of his feathers.
Nearing her as planned but just before he can tag her, she is diving from the air to land along the shoreline again. The bulk of his body and extreme length of his wings causes him to not be as agile as his more refined sibling. He chuckles as she has bested him this time.
He finds a place to land just south of the three of them. His wings folding again as he walks along the lapping waves. View finding Krom dozing off and Karat prancing about. Eyeing his son curiously as Krone whispers her affections for them. He can't help but notice a shimmering of silver at Kroms' hooves. Moving towards the emerald tipped boy, he lowers his muzzle to brush over the smooth surface. A brow cocking in confusion but knowing that each of his children could potentially have been gifted abilities of the earth. His head rises as he looks to Krone with slight concern...
@[Krone]