how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays
The other children were taller than him. They towered above despite their young age and gave birth to a wave of new insecurities. Erio peers up at mother, examines her flat affect, then shifts his body into something she has only seen from Sinner. ”You’re like your father,” she murmurs with a curl of her lip because every time he crosses her mind, so does Mary. Assuming it to be a good thing, Erio sweeps his tail side-to-side but gradually stops when he isn’t met by adoration or an endearing smile. Is father bad? He doesn’t ask, not yet. Instead, he exhales a deep sigh and shadows Valdis as they try to find the leader of this earthly-barren territory.
They are quickly met, however, concluding their search early on as the stallion materializes from darkness. Valdis takes pause and narrows her sapphire eyes. Erio, on the other hand, walks forward a few more steps to observe what just happened.
”That’s interesting,” the boy says with a brightness in his otherwise dark eyes. With his gaze trained on the larger male, he easily enough ignores his mother’s stare boring into him. ”I’m Erio,” he lifts his head – canine, with jagged teeth running down the length of his gums – in pride because although mother always seems displeased in him, he isn’t allowing it to hinder his life. Perhaps, he once thought, he can prove that he is worth her affection and acceptance one day.
Valdis steps forward now and idly brushes the top of Erio’s head, still quietly claiming him in front of Litotes but not fawning over him. ”Hello,” of course he already knows her, knows why she is here. It wasn’t on her own accord, but she didn’t challenge the opportunity to explore. ”Pangea has thus far been a good experience.” As of yet, there haven’t been any negative interactions or poor treatment like one would expect for a prisoner of war (she is aware of how her own home defied its kingdom, and her father). Standing proudly, she inclines her head just as the wind lifts her metallic locks. ”So, why me?” Was she merely in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or had there been more deliberation and thought behind their actions?
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Valdis
@[litotes]