03-16-2020, 07:17 AM
The boy that comes around the dunes is a stranger; surely Gale would remember markings like that one (not to mention the fin and tail!). He looks like a creature of the sea, and remembering what Ruinam and Divest have said of the residents of their neighboring islands, the boy is probably from Ischia. That alone would have intrigued him, and so he shakes away the apology with a toss of his head.
“Just resting my eyes,” he tells the boy. “Naps are for the afternoon, when it gets hot.” A rumble of distant thunder interrupts this statement, and Gale’s electric blue eyes flick toward the far away clouds before amending his previous statement.“Or when it rains, I suppose.”
Spring has come, and with it so do the afternoon storms. Gale rather likes the storms, even if he gets a bit damp beneath the trees. Spring rain is much warmer than autumn rain, after all. When he looks away from the dark sky to the north, he turns his attention back to the boy. Closer now, the white and cream pattern of the younger colt’s coat is more obvious. He is like the sharp-toothed whales, Gale thinks, if they were golden rather than slick black.
“So tell me: which of your parents was the fish?” Gale asks, the edges of his pale eyes narrowing in good humor.
@[Cormorant]
“Just resting my eyes,” he tells the boy. “Naps are for the afternoon, when it gets hot.” A rumble of distant thunder interrupts this statement, and Gale’s electric blue eyes flick toward the far away clouds before amending his previous statement.“Or when it rains, I suppose.”
Spring has come, and with it so do the afternoon storms. Gale rather likes the storms, even if he gets a bit damp beneath the trees. Spring rain is much warmer than autumn rain, after all. When he looks away from the dark sky to the north, he turns his attention back to the boy. Closer now, the white and cream pattern of the younger colt’s coat is more obvious. He is like the sharp-toothed whales, Gale thinks, if they were golden rather than slick black.
“So tell me: which of your parents was the fish?” Gale asks, the edges of his pale eyes narrowing in good humor.
@[Cormorant]