Phoebus
The summer months bring a sort of hellish temperature to the Tephran shores. Molten rock crashes into the spring with ferocity, steam billows up to the atmosphere and disperses around his herd. For any lingering strangers it would be too much to bare, but for him, the hot, ashy air is just home.
He finds himself observing the volcano quite a lot. While his father was more of an ocean type of guy, Phoebus is drawn to the pillows of boiling hot magma that slither their way down the volcano's trunk like huge orange serpents. Mom had told him not to go too close, that it wasn't safe...that beauty was sometimes dangerous.
He peels himself from the volcano and bounds to his mother. In the few months since his birth, his lanky legs have grown and his body was starting to resemble what it may look like in the future. His head is slightly dipped, with a refined, curving neckline (his mother's attributes), that recedes into a perfectly conformed bodice like his father. He is a very handsome young boy, indeed.
Phoebus finds his mother lingering alone, and he gives her a gentle, yet playful shove. "I found you, mom!" He giggles, cozying up to her side. Dad, while he was a great father, had been busy much of the beginning of his short life. Mother said that when he returned from his kingdom duties, he'd be around much more.
The crimson boy certainly hoped so.
The blue-eyed colt looked up to his mother, giving her a sharp whinny. "What're we doing today, mom? Something fun?!" He prances around her, his boyish energy getting the best of him. Mother always had something fun up her sleeve...
Love Child of Diable Rouge and AuroraElis
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