anyone;

[Crius]

Rhaenyss is far more timid, pressing herself gently against her sibling when a noise disrupts their play. Very few noises – or any distractions, really – have interrupted them since they began their play, so why is this time different? Her small muzzle leans against the soft curve of Crius’ shoulder as her eyes dart back and forth after having followed the pinecone’s rustling.

Hi.

The greeting comes as a shock, and Rhaenyss hops in surprise. Crius, on the other hand, peels away from his sibling with eyes brightened with curiosity as they find the young girl on her perch. Starlight glistens across her shoulders, almost painted on. ”Hello,” he is bolder than his sibling, walking toward this new companion – what else could she possibly be than a friend? – with a smile gradually broadening across his lips. ”You’re a star,” he notes with fascination as he observes the twinkling dots across her skin, ”Stunning.” His voice, despite his adolescence, is smooth and matches the ethereal touch that the girl extends to her immediate area. With a huff of air, Rhaenyss finally moves forward, ungluing her small hooves to trek closer, setting aside her hesitance. Crius will protect her, she quietly reassures herself, but the starlit girl hardly seems dangerous.

Unless capturing her brother’s full attention is a precarious matter. That remains to be decided.

The twins beautifully compliment each other, but it is Crius that stands out with his glimmering aura. There’s a rarity about him, an attractiveness that sets him apart from Rhaenyss when they stand side-by-side in front of the girl and her rocky perch. ”Hello,” Rhaenyss finally says when she draws to a smooth halt and lifts her eyes with matching fascination to her brother. Alas, she says nothing more as she finds solace in his touch again, enabling him to lead as is their norm. ”I’m Crius,” he offers with radiating warmth, ”and this is Rhaenyss.” He indicates his twin with a sideways tilt of his head, his gentle eyes hardly straying from the girl. ”And what’s your name, pretty star?” His wings flutter at his sides, a betrayal of his excitement to speak with someone other than his twin.



@[Shipka]