Darling leave the light on for me
I'll be there before you close the door
Roseen laughs tenderly, so light that Vadar almost misses it right before her son declares their intentions. He and his mother are on an adventure, it seems. The black stallion eases comfortably onto his hind legs, admiring the nature of the colt and the way his sturdy legs keep him from teetering when he spins around. The marvel of life and the fact that this young boy was already prepared for the monsters out there (some of which were terribly real, despite Thorgal’s joking) made Vadar secretly wish that he’d found these two a while ago, and not by chance today.
He could see himself in the silver-haired youngling, and could see just by glancing at the dam how easy it could be for him to stick around and give them company. But for all he knows some lucky stallion is waiting for them to return, or headed this way right now to gather them up before the day slips away from them.
“I’d help you do it!” Vadar declares, seemingly just as eager to pounce on a horse who might threaten Roseen. His dark ears turn down and he flashes white teeth in a loud snap, comically attacking something invisible as if to say, just try me! Afterwards his own boisterous laugh mingles with Thorgal’s giggle, and for a moment the red-eyed stallion seems at peace.
Possibly joyful.
Then their world changes and the Mountain shudders, screams begin to ring out in the air, cutting through what was once a peaceful hum of conversation. Vadar jerks into a rush of adrenaline, his eyes frantically switching between the fawn-colored colt and the black-dappled-bay mare, driven to action by the side of him that instinctually wants to protect and the side that hears Beqanna’s fairies telling them where it’s safe to go.
A plague? Pestilence. Disease.
For a second the tender image of the mother and son he’s looking at turns to horrible death, both of them transforming to hairless animals covered in boils, but Vadar is aware that he’s suffering from shock and slight terror - it’s just a brief panic. He snaps back into action-mode, a red aura of pure light beginning to glow faintly over every inch of his ebony skin. “Roseen, Thorgal - we need to go to the Mountain where it’s safe.”
It’s the first place that comes to mind, since he doesn’t live anywhere and he’s not sure where they’re from. According to the fey it’s a safe zone as well, so he circles the two in a desperate trot and tries to urge them ahead on dancing hooves. “I promise to protect you.” He says a bit too loud, smiling (always smiling) in hopes that the child won’t latch onto fear, (how could you tear a virus to shreds?) and then his eyes harden, and he glances straight at Roseen.
“Trust me.” He says, dropping his hooves firmly into the ground and growing calm. The soft crimson light grows harder, emitting a comforting heat when the clown-faced outcast moves from behind them and leaves Thorgal in the middle. “Let’s go to the Mountain.”
@[Roseen] her reply can be in the Mountain or I can post a starter there! Geographically it's the closest "safe place" and they can talk more there. Just let me know which one you'd prefer
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