11-19-2019, 11:44 AM
i have loved the stars too fondly
He is, technically, a stallion now though he hardly feels like it. Two years old is not grown, not really. His legs fit is body and the fuzziness of his coat is from the winter (he’d left his warm home enough to develop a bit of a winter coat) and not his youth, but his face still betrays the youngness of him. The lines of muscles are still soft and untried, his skin still largely without scars other than a few simple scars that all boys are likely to find themselves wearing. His eyes are wild things, bright and vibrant and full of the energy that only the young have.
He may be considered a stallion, but he is far from grown.
Pretty girls are still his favorite thing, and the conversation of adults bores him though at least now he attends their boring meetings. His energy is too much, bouncing off walls and in dire need of a direction. No one has told him that fighting can be a career, but it might be the sort of channel he needs for the energy that seems to thrum inside of him. How counter, for a boy that could put others to sleep, to be so full of energy himself.
He is up to nothing in particular when a familiar voice calls his name. It is a quiet sound, but still, he hears it. For all his energy, he is not a loud thing and he does not drown out the world (he is the night, after all, and it is full of energy and life but still quiet and peaceful). It is a still night in Tephra, as it often is. The land has been quiet, a bit empty, lost and uncertain under its constantly changing hands. Their new Queen was a new face and he has no idea what to expect from her, though he doesn’t much care either. Politics were not something he much cared about, at least not yet.
Aedan turns in the direction of the voice, and it is not long before he finds her. He calls to the stars, an aura of their light surrounding him and making him easier to see. Not that he was that hard to find given the glowing bits of him, a piece of the night sky walking the earth, but still now he is a beacon. “Vita!” he calls, excitement in his voice even though he remains quietly respectful of the evening.
He smiles, closing the distance between them until there’s just something like polite personal space between them. The idea of reaching out to touch her in greeting crosses his mind, but he chickens out and can’t bring himself to do it. “You came,” he says, sounding surprised and pleased all at once. He has not forgotten her, or the pool she had showed him. He’d spend a number of evenings wondering what he could show her in return. “How do you feel about a hike?” Not that she didn’t know what the world looked like from above, but he wanted to show it to her his way.
He may be considered a stallion, but he is far from grown.
Pretty girls are still his favorite thing, and the conversation of adults bores him though at least now he attends their boring meetings. His energy is too much, bouncing off walls and in dire need of a direction. No one has told him that fighting can be a career, but it might be the sort of channel he needs for the energy that seems to thrum inside of him. How counter, for a boy that could put others to sleep, to be so full of energy himself.
He is up to nothing in particular when a familiar voice calls his name. It is a quiet sound, but still, he hears it. For all his energy, he is not a loud thing and he does not drown out the world (he is the night, after all, and it is full of energy and life but still quiet and peaceful). It is a still night in Tephra, as it often is. The land has been quiet, a bit empty, lost and uncertain under its constantly changing hands. Their new Queen was a new face and he has no idea what to expect from her, though he doesn’t much care either. Politics were not something he much cared about, at least not yet.
Aedan turns in the direction of the voice, and it is not long before he finds her. He calls to the stars, an aura of their light surrounding him and making him easier to see. Not that he was that hard to find given the glowing bits of him, a piece of the night sky walking the earth, but still now he is a beacon. “Vita!” he calls, excitement in his voice even though he remains quietly respectful of the evening.
He smiles, closing the distance between them until there’s just something like polite personal space between them. The idea of reaching out to touch her in greeting crosses his mind, but he chickens out and can’t bring himself to do it. “You came,” he says, sounding surprised and pleased all at once. He has not forgotten her, or the pool she had showed him. He’d spend a number of evenings wondering what he could show her in return. “How do you feel about a hike?” Not that she didn’t know what the world looked like from above, but he wanted to show it to her his way.
to be fearful of the night
aedan
@[Vita]
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