Laughter bubbles from deep in their chests, adoration and sincerity rising as high as the trees as they gallop, jump, and weave through orchards and creeks. ”Crius!” Rhaenyss shouts for her brother as he leaps over a fallen log, abandoning her to clumsily scale it while nearly slipping on a rock. Taking pause, the boy turns to glance over his shoulder with a charming grin, but he doesn’t help her. ”Come on, Rhaenyss,” he playfully returns while shuffling his wings against his sides, ”Stop being a slowpoke!” It’s enough of fuel to ignite her. With a laborious grunt, she makes it over the log and barrels toward her brother. With a flick of her mind, she hurls a pinecone at him. Smacked on his cheek, Crius stares dumbfoundedly as Rhaenyss hurtles past him. ”One… Two… Three…” He grants her a few seconds before rejoining the chase.
They pull up together when their eyes settle across the open meadow. Flowers bloom along the hills and voices rise to meet the songbirds. ”I guess this is it?” Rhaenyss blinks with uncertainty, but warmth still glistens in her eyes at the prospect before glancing to her twin, searching his face for answers. ”I think so,” he notices other foals scattered about, but there’s not a great mass of them as he anticipated. Although there are some, it doesn’t bustle with activity as he led himself to believe. ”The Playground,” his small shoulders roll in a shrug, deciding this is where they will remain for now.
With a coy grin, Crius turns and playfully nips his sister, resuming their games until a nearby noise breaks their chase.
[no html yet buuuut the twins are out to play]