All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run
Out run my gun
The golden child of Scyla had been making rounds. She vaguely knew of her Uncle, Aunt and cousin, but Scyla's discussion of them was minimal at best. Instead she saw her mother's flight feathers grow slowly back, saw the weight reapply itself to her skeleton even more as Harrier stopped nursing from her. She had expanded the areas that Harrier could explore slowly and the golden child learned quickly that she had to keep her singular ear constantly moving, constantly listening to everything around her. Her own body became gangly, awkwardly balanced as she grew. It was clear that she would be around her mother's height and the foliage of Tephra made her coat almost metallic in the gold it reflected. Her blue eyes were that of the ocean on a clear day, though at all times there seemed to be a storm brewing.
She was on her daily run, scanning the borders of the lands that she was born into. It was only then that she saw the pale stallion. His whistle catches her singular ear and she pulls up short, her haunches flexing beneath her and her balance only slightly off as she stumbles to the side. She watches him silently, with curiosity. He entered Tephra as if he owned the place and no one else that saw him seemed the least bit worried. Harrier followed him, trying her hardest to be sneaky and for the most part succeeding. If he listening closely, he'd see her closing the distance between them.
It's only when he screams for who he was searching for that she pins the singular ear back. Overly protective of her mother, she snakes her head low and trots towards Smoak. "Who the hell are you to be asking for my Mother? How dare you come here! You are not from Tephra!" She doesn't assume that this was this cousin that her mother mentioned from time to time. It could be someone trying to deceive her and hurt her mother. How was she to know? Scyla had kept her so isolated that her social skills could be compared to more of Desole's than Scyla's awkward attempts. Harrier would one day be more like her grandmother and father that her mother--but for now there was still a swirl of emotions as her own body grew and changed.
