11-19-2019, 02:48 PM
i have loved the stars too fondly
He’s been spending more time supposedly adulting in Tephra. He thinks this loosely, of course, because adulting is hard work and he’s only actually attended one meeting and one diplomatic visit. Otherwise he’s just been around, no longer slipping away from his parents as a game but simply getting up and doing what he wants. After all, he is a stallion now, and truthfully his parents have never paid much mind to what he’s been up to as long as he came back safe and sound within a reasonable amount of time.
He’d taken his leave of them, so to speak, finding his own space to lay down at night and not reporting to them all the time. They were still around here someone, living their quiet and contented lives. Aedan, on the other hand, was just beginning to figure himself out. That is where he stands now, at the cusp of adulthood, his future a broad horizon of possibilities before he.
He prefers not to think of it. Instead he just does.
He goes on diplomatic visits he has absolutely no business being on, apparently. Or today, he wanders around Tephra and decides to talk to a pretty red mare who is…okay maybe she’s both pretty and a little scary with those talons. He spots them before she spots him and he contemplates fleeing, but deciding that is absolutely spineless and pathetic, he makes his way over instead. The markings on his black skin glow softly, mostly drowned out by the sun but somewhat visible in the shadows of the trees.
He is hard to miss though, a piece of the night sky brought to life. His eyes, kind and exuberant things, and still strange and eerie in their flat whiteness. His mane and tail have never grown, staying short and standing upright, a million little soldiers on what is proving to be a solid neck. “Hello,” he calls, catching the mare at exactly the wrong moment as she scratches herself with one of those ginormous talons.
Way to go, goober. Catch her while she’s itching. Maybe she’s trying to itch you away, idiot.
But he’s here now, so he persists in his folly. “I’m Aedan. Do you live here?”
He’d taken his leave of them, so to speak, finding his own space to lay down at night and not reporting to them all the time. They were still around here someone, living their quiet and contented lives. Aedan, on the other hand, was just beginning to figure himself out. That is where he stands now, at the cusp of adulthood, his future a broad horizon of possibilities before he.
He prefers not to think of it. Instead he just does.
He goes on diplomatic visits he has absolutely no business being on, apparently. Or today, he wanders around Tephra and decides to talk to a pretty red mare who is…okay maybe she’s both pretty and a little scary with those talons. He spots them before she spots him and he contemplates fleeing, but deciding that is absolutely spineless and pathetic, he makes his way over instead. The markings on his black skin glow softly, mostly drowned out by the sun but somewhat visible in the shadows of the trees.
He is hard to miss though, a piece of the night sky brought to life. His eyes, kind and exuberant things, and still strange and eerie in their flat whiteness. His mane and tail have never grown, staying short and standing upright, a million little soldiers on what is proving to be a solid neck. “Hello,” he calls, catching the mare at exactly the wrong moment as she scratches herself with one of those ginormous talons.
Way to go, goober. Catch her while she’s itching. Maybe she’s trying to itch you away, idiot.
But he’s here now, so he persists in his folly. “I’m Aedan. Do you live here?”
to be fearful of the night
aedan
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