11-20-2019, 10:53 PM
The buckskin stallion looked on with quiet pride. He too felt that life had gotten better since coming across boy. Clegane, he was called, and Raul had thanked his lucky stars every day since his lonely path had brought them together. The boy was a bright thing. He had grown in statue and confidence since they had met, and it was an experience that Raul had long feared he would never be granted.
There was no flaw to the stallion's mind when it came to his son. The scars life had given the boy early on were marks of bravery, as indelible as the rust red tattoos he himself wore. The winged son was everything and more that the sire could ever have hoped for in a child. He only wished Warlight were here to see their boy flourish. To share the warmth that had replaced the emptiness within his chest.
On this day the sky was heavy with its snow filled burden, flecks of ice dancing as they drifted through the air. Their breath had been forming misty puffs, and it was easy to pretend at being dragonkin.
The flame maned stallion had been pawing at the ice crusted earth. Beneath were remnants of last season's bounty, a poor comparison to summer's harvests but it was food nonetheless. His head lifted at his son's call, smiling at the gifted title. Dad. He'd given up on that ever being a name given to him and it thrilled his heart every time he heard it.
The youthful stallion neared him with a joyful expression, and Raul listened raptly to him disclose his discovery. Together they watched the whirls of snow as it drifted ever downward, the elder intrigued as to what he would be shown. There! A patch of flakes changed their mind as to which way to fall, and invisible force pushed then away from the pair. The smile on his face broadened.
"Well there's a trick. What were you thinking of, to make it do that?" He asked, as much the scholar as his son. Matters of the mind had always made more sense to him, though life had seen fit to throw a share of physical battle his way as well. It did not suit him as well as words often had. To fight first and ask questions later had been his brother's way, not his.
@[Clegane]
There was no flaw to the stallion's mind when it came to his son. The scars life had given the boy early on were marks of bravery, as indelible as the rust red tattoos he himself wore. The winged son was everything and more that the sire could ever have hoped for in a child. He only wished Warlight were here to see their boy flourish. To share the warmth that had replaced the emptiness within his chest.
On this day the sky was heavy with its snow filled burden, flecks of ice dancing as they drifted through the air. Their breath had been forming misty puffs, and it was easy to pretend at being dragonkin.
The flame maned stallion had been pawing at the ice crusted earth. Beneath were remnants of last season's bounty, a poor comparison to summer's harvests but it was food nonetheless. His head lifted at his son's call, smiling at the gifted title. Dad. He'd given up on that ever being a name given to him and it thrilled his heart every time he heard it.
The youthful stallion neared him with a joyful expression, and Raul listened raptly to him disclose his discovery. Together they watched the whirls of snow as it drifted ever downward, the elder intrigued as to what he would be shown. There! A patch of flakes changed their mind as to which way to fall, and invisible force pushed then away from the pair. The smile on his face broadened.
"Well there's a trick. What were you thinking of, to make it do that?" He asked, as much the scholar as his son. Matters of the mind had always made more sense to him, though life had seen fit to throw a share of physical battle his way as well. It did not suit him as well as words often had. To fight first and ask questions later had been his brother's way, not his.
@[Clegane]