09-10-2021, 11:38 AM
His new friend is rather twitchy, Malik thinks, flinching and widening his eyes for absolutely no reason at all. Most horses in Hyaline are twitchy, he’s learned, a natural reaction to living up in the mountains. Nothing is what it seems here in mountainous Hyaline. What looks like solid footing is often treacherous, and what one sees with the eyes is not always the truth of things.
Malik’s father had said it was the magic of the entities, but the boy has grown old enough to know that the realest danger in his rocky homeland are his own parents.
And, like children often are, he is immensely proud of them for this even if he does not understand what it means.
Still, Malik thinks, Vital could try a little harder to be enthused about the prospect of adventure. It is not as if his friends are in danger here, not with Malik to protect them and keep an eye out for his prowling parents. The other colt glances around and the griffon follows his gaze, finding nothing of interest.
And it seems that Vital does not know Raum either, or even how fast he is. “You’re very lucky you haven’t been eaten,” he tells the other colt, simultaneously impressed at the boy’s luck and concerned for his longevity as a friend.
“You should really practice running,” Malik says seriously to the younger spotted boy. “I’m not faster than a dragon either yet, but I’m pretty close. Maybe you can come run with me next time.” He nods to himself as if Vital has already agreed, deciding that maybe he’ll take his new friend on the same easy loop he’d shown Anath, the path around the lake.
“And then when you’re fast enough you can come with us when we go steal someone and get our auras and wings!”
Malik’s father had said it was the magic of the entities, but the boy has grown old enough to know that the realest danger in his rocky homeland are his own parents.
And, like children often are, he is immensely proud of them for this even if he does not understand what it means.
Still, Malik thinks, Vital could try a little harder to be enthused about the prospect of adventure. It is not as if his friends are in danger here, not with Malik to protect them and keep an eye out for his prowling parents. The other colt glances around and the griffon follows his gaze, finding nothing of interest.
And it seems that Vital does not know Raum either, or even how fast he is. “You’re very lucky you haven’t been eaten,” he tells the other colt, simultaneously impressed at the boy’s luck and concerned for his longevity as a friend.
“You should really practice running,” Malik says seriously to the younger spotted boy. “I’m not faster than a dragon either yet, but I’m pretty close. Maybe you can come run with me next time.” He nods to himself as if Vital has already agreed, deciding that maybe he’ll take his new friend on the same easy loop he’d shown Anath, the path around the lake.
“And then when you’re fast enough you can come with us when we go steal someone and get our auras and wings!”