04-23-2021, 03:21 PM
If nothing flows between the two half-sibling naturally, at least conversation between them is easy enough. They’re used to talking after all, since Yanhua comes from a large family group and Gale is a seasoned chieftain. The only difference is that Yan considers himself a bit more chatty than his half-brother. He smiled to himself at the thought, hoping that Gale would think he was mesmerized by the descriptions of colorful fruit trees and clear waters, but in his heart he disagrees with the idea that Islandres is the most beautiful place. They might have melanistic animals and the lull of a temperate paradise to draw horses in, but no place will ever be as beloved to Yan as Taiga is. He tells Gale that until recently, all of the trees had been more or less the same, then he laughs while describing the silvergreens.
Taiga was evolving; what did the other territories have that could possibly hold to a candle’s flame to such a brilliant, roaring inferno?
“I am.” The tall chestnut says in response to Gale’s news. They paused together at the mushroom towering above them, clustered between the roots of an ancient redwood where smaller but similar fungi had also begun to sprout. “Word travels quickly by wing.” Yan claimed redundantly. If not for his twin brother, the faun stallion highly doubted that anyone would know of his new title for years to come.
“Our mother never returned from the quest that restored the sun, and I was her chosen successor.” He tells Gale quietly. Surprisingly, no hint of sadness escapes along with it. Only a hint of something like pride, and he levels the soft blue of his eyes to watch Gale inspect the mushroom before he turns to head off down the path again. He misses Lilliana, but he won’t tell Gale as much. They don’t know each other like that, and Yan is trying (at least for now) to avoid further discussion about their respective parentage. “King Leilan is going to host a midsummer festival in honor of the light. Think you’ll go? Everyone is invited, but you can consider this a formal inquiry if you like.” He grinned to one side of his mouth, slowing as the main path branched off to the right.
Yan figured he would show Gale the garden. It was a small patch of land that Roselin, Borderline, and Memorie had been tending to in the daylight hours. Roselin took the job to heart and spent most of her days here, while Memorie and Borderline visited occasionally to cultivate new additions or remedy an ailing plant when needed. The tended land was mostly occupied by flowers, but to one side there were edible goods harvested from nearby territories and regrown here with magical aid. Hardy northern white carrots, leafy blooms of purple-veined lettuce, a swath of clover so rich and sweet it was colored blue. If it was snacks Gale wanted, then Yan was determined to provide the very best.
YANHUA
@[Gale]