Krom begins to shift sleepily before his hooves, that baffled the lavender stallion, give way and he is folding his limbs to nap on the warmed sands. Karat is quick to join there family gathering, seashells and all. Her small muzzle lowers to brush along her brothers emerald crest. "Sleepy little Krommie," she whispers sweetly before she is nudging her way in close to him. They are a mixture of earth with a hint of emerald and amethyst.
His ears flicker to hear Krones explaination for their sons oddity. Surely it was genetic or a strange mutation of his own magic. His worry is that it is slowly transforming his son into something he is unsure of exactly what. He only wished he knew of someone with the trait Krone was certain he possessed.
Looking into his sister's face, with a rare expression of worry, she motions their leave and he is at first hesitant to follow. Pausing briefly with a smile to their napping twins then following in her wake. He settles into a leisurely walk beside her as his lengthy stride catches her with ease. Thoughts fumble inside his skull until he attempts to find words, "Krone... I'm sorry for the things I did. Sometimes I don't think." He wants to say clearly but at all would have worked to. The pause though surfaces another confession, "But... I'm not entirely sad it happened. I wouldn't trade them for the world."
@[Krone] don't ask XD