06-25-2017, 10:31 AM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Autumn has fallen upon Beqanna, turning the tree boughs aflame with red and orange leaves. A few have fallen, spiraling gracefully until they settle upon the soft grass at the base of the tree. Hyaline's trees are no longer in full bloom, but those that have survived the Lost Boys' attack are still pleasantly green. Autumn and Winter are comfortably temperate near the crystalline lake, though he knows that the unclaimed regions of Beqanna can experience harsh drops in temperature and an unnatural amount of snowfall when Winter does finally hit.
Brennen had mentioned, when Amet was still a young foal, that the adoption den was one of his favorite places to visit. So, on his way back to Hyaline from Tephra, the dragon-scaled stallion decides to take a short detour.
Following the river, carefully mindful of the slippery stones, the gold and bronze king finds the adoption den with ease. A variety of foals are present, some playing with each other loudly, some accompanied by adults that Amet vaguely recognizes. His amber eyes fall onto a seal brown filly with a rather perturbed expression upon her face and he makes his way slowly towards her, his golden scales glistening in the Autumn sun.
"Are you okay, little one?" he inquires with a gentle grin, trying to squash any similarities he sees between her and his younger sister.
Amet